Cattle Culture: a feedlot story by Kiki Kane-Owens
Stuffed with 13 stinky backpackers, our beloved WRFI van, Dolly pulled up to Cody Yeager’s feedlot in Choteau, Montana. Surrounded by gray skies and prairie land on either side of
Gavin Ratliff: Restoring the West in Who’s Image?
From Missoula to the Rocky Mountain Front, we’ve read and met with Montanans about what’s valued in an inclusive, working landscape. As our readings and guest speakers have so far
Maizie Smith: Why Environmentalists Should be more like Journalists
In this day and age people are increasingly confined to their echo chambers of information. Whether it be the news sources we consume, the people we discuss issues with, or
Beth Porter: The Coal We Burn
Two things that have never failed me on our journey through Montana are the nightly series of lilac sky sunsets, encompassing fiery red and pink clouds and a lingering lightness,
Mia Tompkins: A Different Kind of Success
I decided while on the Cycle the Rockies Course to try to quit coffee cold turkey despite being strongly dependent on the magic roasted beans each morning. Even though I
Beth Porter: Moonlighting as a Cyclist
As each member of our group clumsily hopped on their loaded bikes in Billings, eager and unprepared, and as we faced the many grueling miles we had ahead, the end
Mia Tompkins: False Summits
A short man with a furrowed brow emerged from an old rickety wooden building. We were nearly 20 miles from the nearest town, out of water, and I was beginning
Liv Sears: It’s a Breeze
In 2005 Montana’s first wind farm, operated by Invenergy Services, took shape among the rolling hills of Judith Gap. Our group was given the opportunity to visit the farm as
Emma Thompson: An Eye Opening Experience
I’ve always been intrigued by Montana. In elementary school my family would make the trek from Austin, TX to Bozeman, MT to visit Jim Adams and his partner, Mary. Longtime
Biophilia: a solution for change by Stephanie Fisher
It’s February in Montana, 23 degrees below zero. A gentleman by the name of Hal Herring skis and sometimes stomps post-holes through the Bob Marshall Wilderness collecting snow samples this