Born with jet fuel.

My story

Some people are born with wanderlust in their veins. I was born with jet fuel. Growing up as one of six kids in a family where both parents were pilots, I was the only one who caught the flying bug. At just 16, I earned my pilot’s license, and right after I graduated high school, I’d completed airplane mechanic school.

But here’s what those credentials don’t tell you: the most important lessons I’ve learned didn’t happen in a cockpit or under the hood of a Cessna. They happened in the quiet moments. Caring for my sister, who has cerebral palsy. Becoming the go-to person in my neighborhood for elderly neighbors who needed a hand. And raising two incredible kids who taught me that the best adventures are the ones you share with people you love.

After years of being the unofficial “neighborhood captain” for seniors in my community, I realized something profound: age and disability shouldn’t mean the end of adventure. They should just mean better planning and the right companion.

Too many vibrant, adventurous souls find themselves grounded by mobility challenges or health concerns, watching life from the sidelines when they’d rather be in the game. That’s where I come in. I combine my technical aviation background, my lifelong experience as a caregiver, and my absolute passion for exploration to ensure that my clients don’t just travel. They soar.

Whether it’s navigating a European capital, cruising through Alaska’s Inside Passage, or simply enjoying a long-awaited family reunion across the country, I’m there to handle every detail with the precision of a pilot and the heart of a son, brother, and father. Because at the end of the day, everyone deserves to feel the wind in their hair and the thrill of something new, no matter what challenges they face.