Montana’s Bob Marshall Wilderness is a gentle, unfamiliar world to me. Never in my wildest dreams have I seen mountains so stoic or rivers so clear. The bellow of a
Together we knelt inspecting the grasses that to me blurred into a uniform mass of browns and greens, but to Steve Charter were unique. A tiny microcosm of life that
At the beginning of this trip, I wrote down a list of everything I was nervous about– a typical journal activity of mine, a title of “what I’m nervous about”
“This machine, your body, is stronger than you think. Trust it.” Rock, one of our hosts in Rygate Montana told my Cycle the Rockies cohort this on our fourth day
We walk into the lush backyard of Elizabeth Wood’s home in Roundup, Montana. Sunlight filters through the tall trees that surround the area, making it feel like we are in
Sense of place is something that I’ve grappled with for a while now. I don’t feel a strong connection to a particular place, community, or institution and I don’t think
The sun set just past 8pm, and the rays kissed the towering rock formations goodnight as a blush of ember blanketed their faces. It was more than an orange reflection,