Step back with me, or not.

I pulled the plug on my Instagram and Facebook life. Like so many of the vices that came to me with the advent of the internet, these two in particular seemed especially adept at drilling into the very core of my anxieties, and proclivity for procrastination. Since 95 percent of the traffic to this blogContinue reading “Step back with me, or not.”

THIS MUST BE THE PLACE

One of the best parts of Spring in the Flathead Valley is the slow opening of the Going To The Sun Road inside Glacier National Park. As the National Park Service works to plow and remove the snow to Logan Pass, the road is open to cyclist only. And so for roughly two months unparalleledContinue reading “THIS MUST BE THE PLACE”

No one can lose either the past or the future

Were you to live three thousand years, or even countless multitudes of that, keep in mind that no one ever loses a life other than the one they are living, and no one ever lives a life other than the one they are losing. The longest and the shortest life, then, amount to the same,Continue reading “No one can lose either the past or the future”

Mountains, men, and the claim

The North Fork of the Flathead River Valley could care less about five middle-aged men shooting shotguns and clay pigeons for three hours on the first gray and white day of 2019. Those mountains remain tonight, silent and cold, clouds keeping their ridges hidden. ¬†They have survived hellish winters, sweltering summers, wind, snow, and fireContinue reading “Mountains, men, and the claim”