Pierson Grant
The Man Who Traded Boardrooms for Pine Forests
Sap in my veins, not spreadsheets. I found heaven in a hectare of evergreens.
They said I was a corporate prodigy. I say I was sleepwalking. You want to know when I came alive? The first time I drove a tree baler until my hands blistered, and the old farmer beside me clapped me on the back like I'd just won the lottery. Now I measure success by how straight my rows are and whether the next storm will tilt the old sugar maple out back. My boardroom's got pinecone chandeliers now.
What I'm Into: Frasier firs, Bear (the dog who's seen every breakdown), rustic charm, boardroom stories (with more sap than malice), muddy boots
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