The concrete jungle had me down. Philadelphia is a hell of a fine city, but it was time for a change. Seven hour drives to Vermont snow and 3 hour drives to true wilderness were getting old. I decided to move West. Since 2005 I have lived in the Beehive State (Utah, land of strange religions and stranger landscapes). The beer is weak but the adventures are strong; this might be the biggest playground on Earth.
From the deep snow of the Wasatch Mountains to the barren canyon floors of Escalante, I try to get out and see as much of this wild place as possible. These photos and words can’t do justice to the American West, but I why should that stop me? Please enjoy and reach out if the feeling strikes you.