The wind was blowing, the freezing rain felt like continuous stings against my cheeks, my feet had gone numb over an hour ago. So numb now, that they felt as
Greetings, readers! Our expedition began at Coal Banks Landing on the Missouri River where we met Jim and his wife, Martha, who have been floating the Missouri together for 23
A low rumbling bellow echoes across the expanse of rolling prairie until it is swallowed by the deep recesses and waterways of a fen. The sheer volume of noise is
At first glance, these toothpick forests of the Scapegoat Wilderness in Montana want to invade me with fear and loneliness and hang me out to dry in the sun under
Silence. Lichen spreads between my fingertips like spider webs as the callousness of rock scratches against my hands. It is the first day of WRFI’s Montana Afoot and Afloat course,
With frozen toes and tired eyes I tread up the hill that rises high above our camp at Halfmoon Park in the Scapegoat Wilderness of Montana. My body is in
In all of my 16 and a half years of education, it wasn’t until I started taking adventure classes in college that I realized how rarely we are asked to
It’s funny how road tripping and being in the backcountry for two months has brought me to realize how much food plays an important role in shaping who we are.
One morning during our backpack in the wooded wilderness of the Big Snowy Mountains near Lewistown, MT I woke up to a pink morning sky and the remnants of the