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. 2. Working on some stories about Yellowstone National Park. A week on horseback in the …
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, 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. …
Weekend hunting widow: Saturday bike ride.
The larch, turning, from the mountain bike trails of the Rattlesnake.
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
The #morning #bikecommute to work at #umontana. #awake #missoula