I was raised on the side of a hill in southern Alberta with my parents and three brothers, we had a big bay window in our front room overlooking the Rocky Mountains that I would gaze out of and daydream about first ascent routes (long before I would learn what an ascent route was) and the animals I would encounter on my adventures. As the only girl I became fiercely independent at a young age, often found long after my mom called for dinner in the woods behind our house wandering about, covered in dirt collecting branches from trees and rocks that I deemed to not belong outside. I always joke that it is in my blood, wandering in mountains that is, my grandparents were born and raised in the Austrian Alps... from the North America Rockies to the European Alps there is something comforting about being a part of something so immense.
After graduating from university on the east coast of Canada I moved home... the only issue is that I didn't know what home was anymore, I don't think I had any idea who I was at that point in time. I have spent the past several years picking up pieces of myself from all of the places that they seem to have been scattered. On the tops of mountains I didn't think I would ever climb, the bottom of alpine lakes that are more glacier than water, small high altitude villages on the other side of the planet whose names I cannot pronounce... somehow bits and pieces of myself ended up everywhere I didn't know I needed to go.
And so I turn here, to share the moments and places in which I have found myself.
“Although I deeply love oceans, deserts and other wild landscapes, it is only mountains that beckon me with that sort of painful magnetic pull to walk deeper and deeper into their beauty. They keep me continuously wanting to know more, feel more, see more.”
― Victoria Erickson