We left Montana with a winter storm roiling up hard on the high peaks. By the time we pulled into Red Lodge, the road over the mighty Beartooth Mountains was closed, and fingers of sleet were creeping down her long valleys. We holed up for two days…
A good friend called me a number of years ago, excited about a property. He thought that we should buy it, split 50/50. It was a cabin in the woods in Montana near Lincoln. I asked for details. He said it was a bit run-down, overgrown, kinda hard to…