The Crow Rez and 12.5%

I made my way today from my campsite at a city park in Columbus, Montana to Crow Agency. I rolled up next to the old church facility and house where Toni and I first moved to in 1987. As I thought about those days long ago as I wheeled down the interstate toward the rez, it occurred to me that I spent 12.5% of my life living, serving, and loving on the Crow rez. It might not sound like much, but it really is in light of how short life can be.

The Blackfoot

This evening, I just landed in White Sulfur Springs, Montana, east of Helena and north of Livingston. For the past five nights, I've been camped at Clearwater Crossing near the Blackfoot River about 40 east of Missoula. It's almost unnecessary to say, but simply more beautiful country. I was going to move eastward a few days ago, but found myself...

The Lochsa

I'm now back on the cyber/cell radar, you might say, after being disconnected from the "outside world" for a week. What a joy! I went east from Lapwai, Idaho on the Nez Perce rez up the Clearwater and Lochsa rivers. I've been camped for seven nights along the Lochsa for the past week. It's become one of my favorite places on Planet Earth. I came this way two years ago driving Toni's little red bug on what I called my...

John the Bird Man

As I was driving down a gravel forest service road from the trailhead to Wasco Lake, I noticed a Ford pickup with a customized utility box supporting an Alaskan camper (a rare, hard-sided pop-up truck camper). I considered buying one, but opted for a fifth wheel. I just had to stop and acquire about it. Then I noticed a man...