I've been fascinated by the Rocky Mountains for as long as I can remember. Growing up in an Australian outback town with no TV and only one radio station, my summer evenings were spent lying on the back lawn looking up at the stars and trust me, in the Aussie outback the stars shine very brightly! Winter nights were spent inside around the fire, curled up with the latest issue of the National Geographic. This amazing publication was my window to the outside world. I loved its fascinating stories of human endeavor (and sometimes freaky discoveries of science). But it was the glossy photographs of places with interesting names, like Nantucket and Mystic and the majesty of the Rocky Mountains' snow-clad peaks, plunging waterfalls, incredibly green trees, glaciers and enormous deep blue lakes that really captured my imagination. The magazine's features on deserts never interested me - heck I was surrounded by desert - but whenever I picked up an issue featuring mountains or seashores, nothing could drag me away until I'd devoured every stunning photograph and every last word. I spent many long hours dreaming of visiting those faraway, fascinating places someday. Years later, I traveled to those magical locations and experienced them first hand. They lived up to my expectations and even exceeded them. A few years ago, my husband and I were lucky enough to purchase a home smack bang in the middle of the Colorado Rockies. We love the experience of small town Colorado life - the people are truly amazing and we've made so many wonderful friends in the States that we just can't stay away. I now spend around five months a year living in Colorado, taking inspiration from my surroundings and the people I meet there and creating stories woven around small town life in the Rockies. Being an author and writing about the places I love, I'm truly living my dream!