Mackinac Island. Wow. Where do I start? Mackinac was a random decision that was based almost completely on an impulse. I bought a bus ticket, a bike, packed a suitcase, and the rest is history.
A mosquito bite almost ended my life at sixteen years old. It transferred a virus that infected the fluid surrounding my brain, causing it to swell and squeeze it, leaving me in a coma for four days and with the complications of a brain-damaging stroke. It mainly affected my speech, which took about two years to fully recover from. And when I felt that I’d made it back to “the old me,” one major difference persisted: I no longer believed that I was guaranteed a full life. I understood that life could end at any time.
I went from someone who didn’t relish travel, being out of my comfort zone, or trying new things to someone always looking for the next adventure and just waiting in anticipation to hit the road or get on a plane. I officially caught the travel bug in Alaska and it fueled my wanderlust forever.
I never imagined I would be working as a year-round employee in a place as magical as where I am today. I continue to live my life though my passion for introducing, educating, and entertaining people in one of the most wonderful, simple, important places in the World.
The beauty of my surroundings and the opportunities awaiting me outdoors were the real paycheck. My room looked out on the Sawtooth Mountains and I woke up to a National Geographic view every morning for three months.
I probably got turned down for 99 of those jobs, but the funny thing is I got the 100th job and it turned out to be exactly what I always dreamed about. Pick your favorite spot on the map, build a reality filled with moments of surprise, awe, and wonder. CoolWorks just happens to be the perfect tool to get you started.
I felt a desire to get out and not only see things, but to go and do things.
To get things done in the name of Conservation, and I found my passion in life. Sometimes you have to take the chance on something. And you never know how many doors will open after that.
By taking on this entirely new role as the HR Manager, I soon found my place in life. I enjoyed making meaningful connections with my employees, and treasured the fact that the job allowed me to make a lasting impact on their lives.
It was the day before Easter Sunday in 2009 when my phone rang from an out of state number. Who would be calling me like this on the Saturday right before Easter and from an out of state number? I answered the phone to a very pleasant person on the other end. It was a human resources manager at the South Rim of the Grand Canyon.