Some people know me from the 2010 Vancouver Olympics — Jamaican flag bearer, ninth in ski cross, the best Caribbean finish at a Winter Games. Others found me on the cover of Ski Magazine, or in the Warren Miller films. All of that still matters. None of it is the finish line.
What ski cross taught me is that speed without control is just noise. You read the terrain, you commit, and you hold your line when the course gets rough. That lesson followed me off the mountain and into the work I do now, running heavy equipment and building things that have to stand up to real weather and real load.
The Olympics gave me a stage. The films gave me a story. The cover gave me a moment. The discipline behind all of it is what I actually carry forward. Every day I get to point that same focus at a different kind of slope.
I am still the kid who moved to Truckee and decided the impossible was worth chasing. The gear has changed. The drive has not. If you have followed any part of this ride, thank you. The best chapters are the ones still being written, and I plan to keep building them one clean line at a time.