At his namesake lake on the edge of the Scapegoat.
After a week of highs in the 40s, a 63-degree afternoon feels like it might as well be 90. Seeley Lake.
Wildlife blind a long the upper Clearwater. All we saw was a stupid deer.
What part of ‘party’ don’t you understand?
Glacier Lake: too cold for a swim.
Beached at a not-so-secret island on Lake Alva.
Midway through a 2,400 vertical foot mountain bike descent from University Mountain to my garage.
Missoula.
Crystal Lake.
No pictures, please.
Naptime on the climb out of Crystal.
Meadow Lake, Lindy Peak.
Mommy’s 5k.
Party: Mardi Gras beads and chocolate cupcakes.
The end of fall.
Western Montana does a lot of things well, but in general fall is not one of them. Most vanish under lingering heat, early snowstorms, persistent smoke, or neverending drizzle. Not so 2013: a late-September snow broke the warmth and ushered in nearly four continuous weeks of Chamber of Commerce fall – highs in the 50s, lows in the 20s, blue skies, snowcapped mountains, and memorable foliage. Going by the forecast, it’ll be a distant memory by Sunday.
This is warmer:
(People from the interior of Democratic Republic of Congo (the old 'Zaire') continue to stream into Kinshasha, but in this case they bring their dance with them. The concrete-and-plastic bar this is filmed in reminds me a lot of the hotel I wound up in after I was discharged from the hospital in Mombasa. Nevermind. This video is so incredibly kickass it defies coherent description. I believe the dude with the cowboy hat is Mputu Ebondo 'Mi Amor', and the dance is from the Songye, who live in the very center of DR Congo. The music is dubbed 'Congotronics' -- electrified traditional music.)
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