Walking out of these doors for the last time.

This job took me across every mile of Nevada — the deserts, the mountains, the small towns, the long roads, and the places most people never get to see. I met good people, carried real responsibility, and learned lessons that stay with you long after the uniform comes off.

Funny how you don’t realize a chapter is shaping you until you’re standing at the exit.

Grateful for the work. Grateful for the people. Grateful for the miles.

Thanks for the memories.