Pretty pictures, bedazzled graphics and off color jokes – that’s why NRS keeps me around. While I make this job look glamorous, it’s not always Chacos and Carharts. Perhaps the owner of a river company I used to bum around with described me best, “You can paint a groover, but it’s still full of …” I may wear several hats at NRS, but I have yet to find one that can cover up “river shower” hair or a “booty beer” beard. I hail from Washington, live in Idaho, and my dog’s named Montana. Find me something that can float and I’ll show you what true happiness looks like.