Garbage trucks, dogs barking, lights, traffic, noise, people. Emails, phone service, Wi-Fi, TV’s, screens, connection with the world. Chaos, hecticness, stresses consuming our lives. Day by day, week by week, month by month we bite off more then we can chew. Forty to Fifty hour work weeks are common ground for a majority of society.
When I was younger I could pretty easily be convinced of one side of an environmental issue if that side was in line with my current beliefs. For example, it was easy to believe that coal (and everything related to its extraction, production, and use) was bad because I was told so and I didn’t
As we begin our journey out of Billings, one thing about this part of Montana quickly becomes clear: it is very sparsely populated. By humans, that is – as we ride along two-lane highways, sometimes there is little to be seen besides cow pastures and the occasional dirt road. Welcome to Big Sky country. It’s
On June 10, 2015, I left Missoula, Montana headed for Billings via I-90 east. The occasion for my trip is a 28 day bike ride through central and western Montana, on which I will be accompanied by three other students and two instructors. The purpose of our almost 700 mile venture is to educate ourselves
Walking through the loose canyon sand, I struggle to keep a fast pace. I pause to look up and see the streaked sandstone cliffs enveloping me. The wind begins to funnel down these walls and blows sand into my face. As I turn around to escape the pain, I see my footsteps disappear behind me
My legs are burning, sweat collects in beads on my forehead and cars whiz by me at 60 and above. My labored breathing seems to fall into rhythm with the sounds of passing cars and I have to will myself to keep my thumb glued to my handlebars and not shove it out in