- The Hamptons
- Los Angeles
- New York
- Orange County
- San Diego
- San Francisco
- Washington, D.C.
AnnaMaria Stephens | Photo: Robert Benson | February 21, 2013
We get on board with the pro-athlete newlyweds as they set sights on Olympic gold.
Talk about going for gold. When Bode Miller saw a photo of a knockout blonde on his agent’s wall, the downhill skiing legend did what came naturally: He set out to win. By the time he met Morgan Beck, a pro beach volleyball player who models on the side, the bad boy of winter sports was ready to settle down. The two married last fall aboard his 100-foot yacht, Amadeus, which he moors in San Diego. With wood-wrapped interiors and loads of luxe touches, the biggest yacht in the marina made a swank bachelor pad for Miller, who moved here five years ago to be close to his daughter, Dacey. “The wedding ceremony was just us and our cat Harper,” says Beck, who adopted the popular feline—he routinely prowls the docks for food and friends—after the couple met. “Living on a boat has been such an amazing adventure.” Though the two travel constantly, training and competing all over the world, they still find time to hang out around town. A recent Coronado golf outing roused national headlines when Miller accidentally whacked Beck in the face with a ball. “We haven’t been golfing so much since,” laughed Miller. Not surprisingly, his wife was a good sport about it. Both athletes are focused on the next Olympics. Sidelined with a busted knee, Miller, a five-time medalist and two-time world champ, hopes to heal in time for Sochi. And Beck, a Cal grad who grew up in the O.C., has her eye on Rio. “I’m so excited to have Bode by my side for this,” she says. “He definitely knows his Olympics.” Meanwhile, the Millers also bought a landlocked house in Coto de Caza, where they plan to start a family. “You’d decorate our entire living room with La-Z-Boys,” she ribs her husband. So she’s in charge? “She thinks she is,” laughs Miller. Spoken like a true competitor.
The Millers’ Hots
Umi Sushi, Roys Jalapeño margaritas, Del Mar racetrack, the Andaz rooftop
The Millers’ Nots
Getting hit in the eye with a golf ball, June gloom extending into August, getting stuck at train crossings