6/26, day 5 backpacking in The Bob, approximately 11:30 a.m. I find myself standing in a clearing staring out at the most breathtaking view I’ve ever seen. Mountain peaks capped
“Does anyone have any other ideas for our fourth value as a group?,” asked my instructor, Sam, during our group living agreement at Wood Lake in Montana. I thought of
We’d had a full day: a three-hour hike to Bertha Lake (with 1,500 feet of elevation gain), a quick swim in aforementioned lake, whose water was so cold it made
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
I laughed with Stella as we sat in her mountain log home. You might not see the underlying resemblance between the older woman sitting my opposite, but together we shared
I looked out across the vast landscape and saw the three remaining glaciers, each pouring into strong veins of water before converging. I sat and stared, admiring the beauty of
The golden rays of the setting sun peek through the branches of the trees as I sit beside the river. The water rushes by, flowing over rocks in waves of