Chapter 1: Trusting The Path

My story begins in Colorado, where my dad Buck was already known for his rodeo days and his gift with horses. By the time I was born, he had retired from rodeo, but his name carried weight in Westcliffe, where he grew up ranching and riding.

There’s a photo of me as a toddler on the back of one of his freshly trained horses. Buck believed every horse he broke should be safe enough for his own baby to ride. That’s how my life began: in the saddle, held by the hands of a man who trusted the process and taught me to do the same.

Other photos from those early days show us fishing together, riding a carousel, and living ranch life surrounded by family. In the San Luis Valley, my parents stood proudly behind me and my siblings in a photo that still feels like a constellation of love and legacy.

Buck’s sayings became my compass:

“You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink.”

“Everything happens for a reason.”

This chapter is more than a beginning—it’s the root system of my life. Rodeo grit, horse wisdom, and the quiet strength of a father who taught me to trust the path.

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