ABOUT 89 built
I grew up in Southern Utah, a stone’s throw off US Highway 89 — the same road my family has had roots down along for four generations. I learned to build standing next to my dad and my brother, and as a kid I hauled hay for the local ranchers up and down the valley.
These days it’s alfalfa in the field and a cow-calf herd my wife and I look after, with a shop full of projects in between: a Chevelle and an El Camino arguing over who’s prettier, a sandrail that earns its keep on the dunes, and whatever else the place asks for. Our kids are right in the middle of it now, learning to weld and build the same way I did.
That’s the whole channel. No studio, no script — just the place, the work, and the people doing it.
- Roots downFour generations back, the family put down roots along Highway 89.
- Stayed onThe roots held — same road, same family, generation after generation.
- MeGrew up building and fabricating with Dad and my brother, hauling hay for the ranchers nearby.
- Learning to run a beadThe kids — learning to weld and build. Watch a few videos; they steal the show anyway.
