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- Dropping Into Mono January 9, 2023
- Monuments December 12, 2022
- Roadies on the Prowl May 4, 2022
- Muddy Water April 22, 2021
- The Soul of Snow February 21, 2021
- The Golden Circle December 19, 2020
- Forest Castles September 24, 2020
- Giants August 20, 2020
- Forest Rising August 11, 2020
- The Trip North July 22, 2020
- Conglomerated Consequences July 15, 2020
- Two Snows July 8, 2020
- Onto The Snow March 16, 2020
- Antique-ing June 12, 2019
- River’s Edge May 6, 2019
- Storm March 24, 2019
- Crossing The Devil February 10, 2019
- Two Valleys November 5, 2018
- The Crossing November 29, 2017
- Among The Trees May 2, 2017
- Backroad To Lemhi November 19, 2015
- Whither The Water March 18, 2015
- Beyond The Barrier July 28, 2014
- Up High and Down Deep May 2, 2014
- Old Life On New Earth February 24, 2014
- Onto the Sunset January 21, 2014
- To The Cliffs December 4, 2013
- Along The Way November 12, 2013
- Boundaries September 5, 2013
- Bitterroot July 11, 2013
- The Roar June 20, 2013
- A Magic Land of Old and New May 14, 2013
- Over The Pile April 11, 2013
- Water From The Plateau March 8, 2013
- Dropping Into Mono January 29, 2013
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Tag Archives: Bitterroot
Forest Rising
The forest was dense with trees and bushes, its shade cool and calming. I was sitting in that shade, among the bushes, gathering the magical berry of the northwest, the blue (Cascade) huckleberry. Such an activity up in the northern … Continue reading
The Crossing
This is a story about what I hadn’t seen but could imagine. It started when my wife announced, “I saw two deer crossing the lane, at the railroad crossing”. “Railroad crossing?”, I asked“Yes” I thought, why not? I’ve been a … Continue reading
Bitterroot
“Bitterroot” is a strange name for a place. Yet that is the name given to a beautiful valley in western Montana. The Bitterroot is a plant, now the state flower of Montana, grown on drier mountain slopes. It was well … Continue reading
The Roar
The cold moist air comes from the north, gathering its heft in the Gulf of Alaska. As it heads south, it runs into range after range and as it rises to pass over them, it condenses and drops it’s moisture … Continue reading
Over The Pile
It is morning in the open sky. We’re north of Idaho Falls driving quickly through wide volcanic flood plains. The rock spreads as far as the eye can see, bumpy black sheets edged with basalt boulders. In washes and between … Continue reading