As a young girl, I was always exploring. I was a born biologist. My parents saw this early on and encouraged it, letting it blossom into amazing experiences. I was allowed to catch snakes in the backyard and keep them as pets (until the perfect “habitat” that I created for one allowed him to escape into the house). I was 3 years old.
I was allowed to bring home an entire cow skeleton and keep it in the garage, bleaching the bones and cleaning out the old brain tissue from the skull. I was in 8 years old.
I was involved in pulling a calf when he was too big for the cow to give birth on her own, and he was my charge – I cleaned out his nose, dried him off, and fed him. I was 9 years old.
I was able to see much of the United States as a child, because my parents were also explorers. National Parks were always our destination instead of Disney Land. Hiking through deserts and learning about the ecology of each area fascinated me.
The man I married was also born a biologist. Together we hike, SCUBA dive, explore, and learn as much and as often as we can. We are birders, and I am a(n amateur) photographer with my husband as my trusty wildlife scout and driver.
My adventurous childhood produced a conservationist, an environmentalist, a photographer, and a writer.
I had a Wild Childhood, and I am happy to share my stories of adventure.