Who am I?
I moved to Park City, Utah in 2017, trading a career in IT in Melbourne, Australia for a life closer to the mountains. Embracing the outdoors, I became a ski instructor and discovered a passion for bikepacking through a colleague. That spark turned into countless adventures, taking me across remote landscapes in the United States, Iceland, Ecuador, Chile, Bolivia, and Peru. Whether carving fresh powder or pedaling through rugged backcountry trails, I’m driven by a love for exploration, self-sufficiency, and documenting the stories and images that come from life off the beaten path.
Trail notes
Southern Utah
A short journey in to Capitol Reef National Park. A great choice for a first time bikepack or for a weekender to explore some of Southern Utah’s spectacular desert scenery.
Peruvian Andes
From Huancavelica to Huaraz the Peru Divide route delivers massive multi-day climbs through lush valleys to jagged mountain passes amongst llamas, condors and flamingos.
Iceland Divide
The North to South route through the middle of Iceland is a classic route enabling riders to experience vast volcanic landscapes and massive glaciers amongst some of the wildest weather you can’t imagine.
Iceland Divide
The last 4 hours or so a combination of unridable terrain and near unridable terrain but the route skirts the glacier and was incredibly beautiful and dramatic. After 12 hours on and off the bike I finally reached Kistufell, a little backcountry hut that feels a million miles from anywhere, from everywhere. It was incredible. The hut sits right on the North end of the Vatnajokull National Park. When I looked through the log book inside, the previous entry five days earlier mentioned the place looked like Tatooine.
Bikepacking the Gallatin, Montana
It’s extremely dark when i’m woken by the loud bang of my bike being knocked over. I faintly hear rummaging around and soon after a rustling through the long grass right outside my shelter. My heart is beating so hard and although I was trying to be quiet, I swear I could hear my heart beating. As quietly as possible I reach my hand out of my sleeping bag and stretch toward my bear spray. I’m trying to regulate my breathing and at the same time hearing snorting and sniffing around just outside my shelter. I use my thumb to flick the plastic safety off the canister and I hold the bear spray at the ready for what seems like an eternity. The rustling eventually disappears and although i’m still on high alert, I eventually assume my visitor has left.
Bikepacking volcanos in Ecuador
I ride onwards and upwards, the climb is relentless and as the hours tick by the skies grow more and more angry. Huge storm clouds mill about overhead and i’m well aware of what this means. The climbing has really caught up with me and I develop a decent headache. Hopeful to make it to Cotopaxi by the end of the day as per my plan I push on, but my headache is throbbing and the skies start to rumble.
Altiplano bikepacking Chile
I started out the day at 4300m and struggled with the altitude. Even some of the smaller climbs were real lung burners and my legs sometimes felt tingly. As I approached Misitune about 30kms in I felt better and better. I got used the constant burn and ongoing inability to catch my breath and worked with it.