After five years as a dirtbag climber and a ski-patroller, I hugged my mountain family goodbye. I moved to the most densely populated neighborhood on the West Coast and enrolled in the University of Washington’s creative writing program. As I got up from the last coffee date of summer break to drive back to Seattle, my friend stopped me on my way out the door. She told me I should check out this podcast. Three months later, I showed up on the Cahall’s doorstep and talked Fitz into leting me intern for the podcast. That was 2012. I’m still here.
