Falling

September has been full of exploration. Always one of my favorite times of year, this time I’m actually getting outside more than usual. A quick tour:

1. The daily wanderings, around Bozeman. Getting out despite waning daylight, weather, and such.

Dusk descent back into Hyalite canyon.

Blustery day in Bozeman.

2. Working on some stories about Yellowstone National Park. A week on horseback in the backcountry.

My tent, perched next to the horses, in a backcountry camp.

Coming down from Bighorn Pass, Yellowstone National Park.

Mules and horses moving over Fawn Pass in Yellowstone.

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New Chapter

Trying on a new town: Bozeman. Learning new trails with old friends. Trying out being 100% freelance.

This morning, spontaneous bike ride with my friend Heidi.

Which meant early dinner and time to work on the novel with a glass of Malbec this evening. I could get used to this schedule.

 

Spring in the Valley

Spring, season of all seasons, calls for a certain kind of hyperactivity. When it’s 65F and sunny, you–quick before it changes–get out on a run in shorts. You pull out the mountain bike but agree to meet the snowbanks with a smile, or at least stamina or the reasoning to turn around. You multi-sport it. Bike. Hike. Ski. You take a nap when it rains all day.

You think you might take up birding because of the meadowlark alone. And wildflowers, too. But you also refocus on writing dreams. Life dreams. The days are longer now. There’s time.

Shooting Stars

Yellow Bells

 

 

 

The Hunting Widow: Part 2

Weekend hunting widow: Saturday bike ride.

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

Why We Need Bike Paths

The #morning #bikecommute to work at #umontana. #awake #missoula

Fire Season

Summer is Missoula, Montana, elicits a giddy high. Biking home from the brewery after a visit with friends, breeze in your face, the world a playground, and sunsets such as this, which glowed with the smoke of wildfire season.

The Commute

The #morning #commute, as seen from the #bike #handlebars. #missoula #montana

The Bike Gang

#missoula #bike #gang Love having www.wanderwheels.com in town.