Weekend hunting widow: Sunday run.
Monthly Archives: October 2013
The Hunting Widow: Part 2
Weekend hunting widow: Saturday bike ride.
Grasses
Grasses, in multitude. Mt. Jumbo.
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
From a few weeks ago—great tree shadows in the wall tent at elk camp. Spend a few nights sleeping next to a babbling stream, walking through the woods, stoking a wood fire, and eating gourmet camp food and it’s easy to see why these men never come home during hunting season. Now I beg to go, too; this time around, I played camp cook and practiced some Dutch oven cookin’.
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.)
