Let’s get intimate.

517 days on the road, 41 states, 21 national parks, 3 cars (one stolen, one with a blown blown), more money spent on beer than gas, and a pop-up camper. Cue the MasterCard ‘Priceless’ jingle.

A journey fueled by freeze-dried meals.

I’ve squared off with grizzly bears, California gas prices, and retired Floridians playing competitive pickleball.

99 miles of gator-infested Everglades waters, no GPS, no signal. (Verizon guy, I get you now—'Can you hear me? Nope, didn’t think so.')

The car theft heartbreak: Walk up, find shattered glass and a vanished ride. Next day? Score Half Dome permits! But surprise—you’ve got no gear. No car. “Hey, Jake from State Farm, just lost everything I owned. You guys cover that?”

Wait, this sounds like a sob story. Copywriting—making it look like I’ve got ideas... oh yeah, being creative.

Creativity? It ignites when you’ve eaten canned chicken for seven days straight and need to make it taste like anything but canned chicken for the next five.

Being a copywriter is about pulling ideas from thin air (or insights, if you’re fancy). Picture it: you’re running from a bear in snowshoes—because the bear spray was facing you, not the bear! While darting off the trail, you stumble upon a hidden hot spring filled with bald eagles and moose. Was that from thin air? Nah, I’ve been there. Or maybe it’s just a clever tweet? Boom, not thin air either—I’ve done that.

Pickled soup. Are you still reading this?

Survived life without Wi-Fi? Handling your creative brief is a breeze.

I’ve inhaled my share of campfire smoke while sharpening my storytelling skills.

Not pictured: the beers we drank, the bears we dodged, and the burglars who dodged me.