Intuition

It was the first bluebird day of the season in Huntington, but as is typically the case on the “rock pile,” winds were hammering start zones and the skis on our packs were turning into sails. After being knocked down to our hands and knees (while climbing over a fun mixture of rock, rotting snow, …

Slowly Pushing Limits

I had no idea the undertaking writing a master’s thesis would be. My imagination fell horribly short in its attempts to create what it would look and feel like to complete this level of academic work. All facets of life were impacted by the project, however, what I truly underestimated was the toll research and …