
16/06/2025
One for the books. I crossed long-dreamed-of places from my list and wandered through Montana’s wild, open beauty. In Yellowstone, it was red dog season—baby bison wobbling into the world. Rising at 4 am each day, I was gifted a moment I’ll never forget: several bison and their calves, less than a foot from my van, the stillness between us stitched with wonder.
My time in Montana ended with a reunion that felt like sunlight—long overdue and deeply warm. I’m so grateful to Kara for guiding me along beautiful trails and leading our kayaking excursion on the Missouri River.
Montana is a poem of its own. I’ll be back before the end of summer—Glacier Park waits.