“With Montana, It Is Love”

I grew up in the forests of Michigan. Trees as far as the eye can see. A carpet of bright green growing things. Vegetation finding life in every crack in the concrete. Ridiculous humidity. Lakes and bonfires and crickets and cardinals and fireflies. Overcrowded beaches. Tourist towns on the Great Lakes. Cabins Up North. Mighty oaks. Acorns, squirrels, Canada geese, loons, and wolves. Vivid fiery … Continue reading “With Montana, It Is Love”