Sorbet Sunrise at 8,000 feet
““The greatest gift of life on the mountain is time. Time to think or not think, read or not read, scribble or not scribble — to sleep and cook and walk in the woods, to sit and stare at the shapes of the hills. I produce nothing but words; I consumer nothing but food, a little propane, a little firewood. By being utterly useless in the calculations of the culture at large I become useful, at last, to myself.””
Last week we celebrated Rick’s 31st birthday, on a mountain that holds a special place in his heart. His first field day in the U.S.F.S all those years ago brought him here, and with it the clarity and confidence that Montana was exactly where he was supposed to be. Moving West was longer just a dream.
The years have passed but his passion for this place has never waned, thankfully I can say the same.
Shelter from the wind, 360 degree views, a crackling fire in the wood stove, whiskey, checkers, books, and each other. What more could we need?
