Continental Divide

Walking the lupine and sage seam where Idaho and Montana meet.

Carved by moccasins, hooves and later the stage, a long forgotten dirt road carries us over 7,000 feet toward the dividing range. A cloud of dust cloaks our caravan and the squinty-eyed haze holds the history of another expedition, 215 years and a month ago to the day. Meriwether Lewis and William Clark are but a flicker of a mirage in the beating sun, a name cut in stone where their path mingles with our own as we crest the Continental Divide.