Matt is a writer living in the heart of the Finger Lakes in western New York. And by “heart” he means the thump-thump excitement of glacier-carved lakes, fall foliage, small farmland and wine country. He owns several acres and is slowly transforming his home into something resembling a self-sufficient, food-independent place to live. There are dogs, chickens, a little backyard agriculture, cast iron cookware, lots of trees and a scattering of shotgun shells.
Born and living his first few years in the beautifully flat state of Nebraska, Matt has since traveled all across North America. He’s walked the ridge line of the Sandia Mountains in a day, pooped with mountain goats in Colorado, backpacked slot canyons in Utah, hiked in and out of the Grand Canyon twice, almost been blown off seaside cliffs in Newfoundland, taken some gnarly headers off his bike in random places (that he can’t seem to remember), and been a K-9 flanker conducting wilderness Search and Rescue. Matt even lived in Turkey for a year, where a series of unfortunate circumstances almost forced him to jump out of a taxi moving at highway speeds. He currently works with a seed farm in the Finger Lakes region helping to harvest, pack and sell seed that is open pollinated, organically grown, and regionally adapted.
If you enjoy the things Matt is writing, you may want to consider publishing some of his work. Like in a magazine. Or something. Just saying.
Thanks for visiting and reading.