I believe the true essence of Bozeman lies in its people—their character, kindness, and spirit define its heart. Founded in 1864, Bozeman got its start while Abraham Lincoln was president; the American Civil War began and raged; the phrase “In God We Trust” appeared for the first time on the newly created two-cent piece; over 1.5 million Circassians were driven out of the Russian Empire, beginning a genocide; war was waged around the world; the first fish and chip shop was founded in London; a cyclone killed 70,000 in India; an annual solar eclipse occurred, and science began looking at light as an electromagnetic wave.

One hundred and sixty four years have passed since gold seekers founded Bozeman, and while a lot has changed, a lot has remained the same.

The reminders of this place in the landscape of American history rest now on the shoulders of its citizens. It would be wise to lean into the Native American tradition—recognizing that we are all connected to one another and all are worthy of respect. We all can do better to embrace this understanding on a daily basis, and treat others in our community with the respect they deserve, especially if they are longtime residents who’ve endured many endless winters.

Bozeman Magazine exists to bring everything that makes this place great into one place; it’s a watering hole of information and positive messages. We are not a news source; we share what is happening in our community from many sources to help curious residents and visitors get to know what is happening here, and how they can be a part of it. It is also a monthly love letter to Bozeman.

I believe newcomers are drawn to Montana for its beauty, much of which lies in its people. For over a century, Bozeman’s strength has come from the deep connection between the land and its community—a bond that endures, overcomes, and deserves our respect. It truly is wilder here—maybe the harsh climate brings out a camaraderie in our stout gentle hearts. 

*”Dear friends and gentle hearts” were words found on a scrap of paper found in the pocket of American songwriter Stephen Foster after he left this earth in January of 1864.