Being alone in the wilderness feels like home.

At home in the wildernessI’ve spent decades wandering around the mountains, exploring, sleeping on the ground and sitting by campfires enjoying the relaxed feeling of being home.

There is comfort and wonder in discovering nature’s combination of astounding complexity and simplicity, resilience and selflessness. Flowers bloom in the forest where no human will ever see them, animals come and go through the woods. Trees sprout leaves in the spring, shimmer in the wind, change color in the fall, then sleep through the brutal cold of winter, repeating the cycle year after year.

All this is going on right now out in the woods, canyons and mountains. Can you hear it?

Greg Snyder

I’m a guy who likes to backpack, rock climb, travel (especially road trips), eat breaded fried foods with gravy and lots of Tabasco, listen to all kinds of music from country to opera, reads, likes to spin a good yarn, tell a joke, laugh a lot and enjoys exploring ideas and wild country.

Growing up in Texas, New Mexico and Oklahoma, I’ve worked West Texas oil fields, done landscaping, driven a school bus, taught rock climbing and survival, even managed a pizza place. Since college, I’ve owned an advertising agency, creating marketing strategy, websites and graphics. It’s a fun challenge and a good living.

Outside of work, exploring the mountains and seeking wilderness adventures have always been part of the mix. Capturing images of these experiences to share with others is especially satisfying.

My love of the outdoors began on my Grandparents’ farms in the Ozark Mountains in Oklahoma. Fishing, canoeing, camping and exploring the woods and fields with my dad and granddad led to Boy Scouts, and finally to a move to Colorado, where I live now.

at home in the wilderness