“I grew up in a semi rural area called Wanneroo. Yes, wanna roo? It was here I learned the art of adventure ….. or more accurately misadventure. We played in the drains, caught snakes in the swamp, and raced skateboards on the freshly laid skin shredding asphalt of the ever-expanding Perth suburbs.My folks continued to move further and further from the city to maintain their love of the Aussie bush. Along the way we accommodated a joey kangaroo, a goat, a sheep, several dogs, some parrots, mice, hermit crabs and itinerant lizards that occasionally visited the mice. The pet cemetery was extensive. My parents dragged us with them on their journey and along the way I developed an affinity with the bush.
Later I headed back into the lil big smoke, Perth, to study and develop a career in the tourism industry. I specialised in business and wine appreciation.
I spent several years indoctrinated in Hyatt Hotel customer service, “yes maamm”. And went on to manage a big hotel and a small winery. Along the way I travelled a lot, three times round the world, but Canada mostly, applying my very average skateboarding skills to snow.
Those early misadventures led to a number of lessons along the way; a near drowning, a fractured skull, somewhat lost in the Yukon wilderness, frozen in a snow cave, chased by a Tiger Snake and a Rattlesnake on two continents, several close encounters with bears and amazingly not a single stitch from any incident. Mostly they taught me to take calculated risks and extract the most from every living day. And use GPS.
Having made lots of money for other people I decided to take my biggest risk so far and open my own business; at the end of the tourist season and the start of a financial crisis. The calculated risk was how could I go wrong in Margaret River, a paradise on earth. And here I am, all grown up, booked out tours every day and having the time of my life.
I feel incredibly privileged to share such a special place.”