Christian Boswell

Christian LongGrowing up in Ohio, the land of industrial exploitation and a McDonalds every quarter mile, I was raised on a very limited diet of outdoor adventure that didn't include trails of broken glass and gratified landscapes. It wasn't until I graduated high school that I began to truly explore the further depths of what the big O had to offer. Soon I was hiking and backpacking the Wayne National Forrest, Mohican State Park, and Cuyahoga Valley National Park. I slayed my first trout on the Apple Creek in Wooster, leading to a future of Steelhead trout domination on the various tributaries of Lake Erie. After graduating from Kent State University in 2009, myself and a few friends packed up and headed to Canyonlands National Park for a multi-day backpacking adventure. Never having been west of the Mississippi, my heart was stolen by the snow tops and canyon country. After a few years of toiling and exploring the various national parks around the country, my heart strings finally won out and pulled me from the 9-5 cubical death spiral to the wonder that is Zion National Park. For the first time in my life I truly feel at home, surround by the sandstone cliffs of Zion, a true sanctuary from the "ordinary" life.