I'm Austin. I've been on a lot of Colorado roofs.

I grew up in Colorado, and I've never really wanted to be anywhere else. The weather here is part of the deal, the sun, the wind, and the hail that shows up out of a blue sky and rearranges a neighborhood in fifteen minutes.

I found roofing through the people side of it. What kept me in it wasn't shingles; it was sitting at a kitchen table with someone who'd just been handed an insurance letter they couldn't decode, and watching them relax once somebody finally explained it. Education and communication turned out to be the whole job.

What bothers me about this industry is easy to name. Homeowners get buried in jargon they were never meant to understand. Storm-chasers roll into town after a hailstorm, sign whatever they can and disappear before the first inspection. And plenty of contractors go quiet the moment the check clears.

So I do it the other way. I show you photos of your own roof. I tell you what I'd do if it were my house. I stay on the claim with you from the first call to the final invoice, and I answer the phone myself, before, during and long after.

What I'm building now is simple: a roofing practice in my own name, in the communities I actually live in, that people feel good sending their neighbors to.