As we took the final steps to crest Badger Pass, a freight train of wind blasted through us, turning hoods inside out, slicking hair back, and freezing hands blue
As ten of us sit in our open-air classroom by the banks of the Lamar River in Yellowstone, we find ourselves discussing the meaning of the word “wild.” In today’s
A tough ride against a strong headwind and a relentless series of menacing inclines; we crawled to each summit with the hope the landscape would have mercy on our worn-out,
Cycling in eastern Montana, one can feel like a tofu-dog at a carnivore’s picnic. Here at the Signal Peak coal mine, 15 miles south of Roundup in the Bull Mountains,
I don’t usually consider myself an angry person. I often experience a wide array of emotions, but rarely do I truly feel that hot passionate fury, bubbling up from my