Caleb was raised on the sun-soaked shores of Prince George—widely regarded (by absolutely no one) as British Columbia’s premier beach getaway. Bursting with energy and an allergy to staying still, he spent his youth hiking, camping, and generally outpacing both mosquitoes and common sense in the northern wilderness. Naturally, this restless spirit led him to paramedicine—a career tailor-made for those who consider sitting still a form of mild torture.
Then, in a twist no one quite understands, Caleb managed to drive an ambulance all the way to Japan. He disappeared into the mountains, folklore, and izakayas for three enigmatic years. What exactly he was doing there remains a mystery, but he returned with a suspiciously serene vibe and a burning ambition to become a nurse.
Fast forward six years: after a four-year stint in Thunder Bay (or as locals fondly call it, “almost Grainopolis”), Caleb realized Ontario wasn’t quite his forever home. He boomeranged back to B.C., landing in Kelowna where he’s now pretending to be a grown-up with a stable postal code. Somewhere along the way, he picked up a few hobbies, possibly some wisdom, and—most impressively—his future wife. Though he tried to outrun her, he hit the wall at kilometer 32 as exhibited by the photo on the left.