Through a series of the most fortunate events, I have landed into a life where we build a fence to last, a truck is a pickup unless it has 18 wheels, and a day on horseback beats just about anything else. Here is a glimpse of my life through my lens.
I wake up early every morning. A habit that I likely picked up from my dad. There is something inherently refreshing about the start of a new day. Catching the suns first rays in my cup of coffee gives me the fuel to make the day count.
I walk fast, I wake up early, I drink coffee, and I have BIG dreams. Not the kind of dreams that would land me in a ritzy café in LA rubbing elbows with celebs…those are someone else’s dreams. My dreams are my own and are the right size for a girl with a last name no one out West really knows. They are the dreams of a girl who grew up with sandy toes and salty blonde hair but has her heart set on the West.
I’m originally from Bellingham, Washington. A coastal city. I’ve made my way to De Beque, Colorado. Here, your family name means a lot to folks unlike where I’m from. It can be a blessing and a curse as it’s a tight-knit community and everyone knows everyone. Back home I am a Gerstenkorn, German in origin. Here, well, I’m not from these parts so people have a hard time pronouncing it. My blessings are many but I’ve had to make a name for myself out West, my family didn’t buy acreage from “Gus”, the local town landowner. It’s made me work harder and appreciate life deeper.
My continually restless heart has always been ready to wander West from the very moment I saw this country from under my sturdy Stetson and from in-between the ears of my horse. The next adventure is Wyoming.
