In early May, I roused myself from a cloudy late afternoon daze and drove up to hike the M. This was somewhat unusual for me. After more than ten years of hiking the M a couple times each week, I had stopped after the 2020 fire. None of the M trails…
It is warm and sunny here in Bozeman on this Saturday morning. The mountains etch their dark silhouettes against the blue sky, and the bright sun is in my eyes as I spy a hot-air-balloon in the distance, drifting lazily toward the earth…
