Weekend hunting widow: Sunday run.
The Hunting Widow: Part 2
Weekend hunting widow: Saturday bike ride.
Grasses
Fall Views
The larch, turning, from the mountain bike trails of the Rattlesnake.
A Writer’s Commute
A good feeling when you make yourself late to the day job because you had to stop mid pedal, on a frosty morning, to write the last line of a story—only having waited a year, or more, for the right words. #morning #bikecommute #writing
Autumn in the hills.
At Elk Camp
Walking along the river. #olddogs #fall #missoula
I Threw a Party for My Dog
I wasn't sure we'd see this one, so we celebrated a sweet, long life with a 14th birthday party for the old lion hound. This was the scene at the end of the night after elk steak, treats, bones, howling, and friends. Party hound. (He was veritably hung over the following morning.)
