Montana Preservation It was always going to be tricky—adopting the State Historic Preservation Office into the Montana Historical Society’s established family. But needed. For a decade the Parks Division of the Department of Fish and…
Don’t count them out. Or think them made redundant by Google. They are damn pure magic. Portals into time travel. Archetypes of standing stone circles, temples, pantheons of all the gods we’ve worshipped over time….
I’ve lived for 40 years in breathtaking landscapes. Where, from our deck at the Land, the Backbone of the World—40 miles of the Rocky Mountains—stretches into infinity. Where night after night, my home range—the Big…
I was just home from watching my 87 year old mother die. For her, that meant the blessing of peace after months of fear and unease. The cruel additives to her illness. For me, that…
It seems the notices come weekly now As one class mate after another dies. The news relayed by a faithful Bullpup Who’s lived his life in McPherson. Or hers. A pillar now of the community,…
My son-in-law’s girls’ basketball team played their last game of the season several days ago. Most of the girls are young; some almost new to basketball. None were tall or solid enough to deflect opponents…
Let’s start with the pig. She’s Esther and she lives in Campbellville, Ontario, with her turkey brother Cornelius, her dog brother Phil, her cat sister Delores, and her dads, Steve and Derek. Given to her…
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man…
If I had any doubts, the jig was up the afternoon that our Regional Park Managers quarterly meeting morphed into a Missouri River float trip. We had assembled in moderately rustic facilities at the Beartooth…
Joy Let a joy keep you.Reach out your handsAnd take it when it runs by. . . . Carl Sandburg What a frightening, discouraging year. We hoped—on many fronts: that the vaccine would bring us…