I’m a camping nut.
You could park a Ferrari in front of me, and I’d yawn. But show me a quality tent, and a fine headlamp, and I’m excited as hell.
Two of my favorite campgrounds are in Glacier National Park. Another in Olympic National Park, and another in Redwood National Park. The last campground, and perhaps my favorite of all is within the Gallatin National Forest of Montana. I had not been to this campground in almost two years, and when I arrived, my favorite site had seen a few changes….
A windstorm knocked a tree down and crushed the concrete picnic table. Trust me, this table was useful. And I suppose I could still cook on it.
Here, my girlfriend Rachel poses after chopping firewood for the evening. Actually, that’s the work of the U.S. Forest Service, cleaning up the downed trees. Still impressive when you consider these trees are old growth specimens.
There’s a saying in real estate: “location, location, location”. Well, with a good tent, you always have the best location on our public lands. There’s something about camping in the open spaces, listening to a nearby stream as you drift off, or the wind in the pines that connects me not only to our ecosystem, but all ecosystems across the void.
As always, keep it wild, and keep it public.
Back in the late 1990’s, my father and I used to pour over maps and property magazines. The target? The Bitterroot Mountains south of Missoula, Montana. This had been a dream for quite some time.
But as the years passed, we never did end up buying property in the Bitterroot Mountains. Instead, I moved right into the middle of Missoula, within walking distance from everything I could need. And these days (thanks largely to climate change), the Bitterroots are a tinderbox, and seemingly always on fire during late summer and early fall.
What I learned is that perhaps we don’t always need to buy land or build right next to the greatest places. Maybe, just maybe knowing they’re near is good enough. As mankind pushes and roads the last roadless habiat, places like the Bitterroot will vanish. But for now, this spectacular wilderness complex exists relatively intact, as this bald eagle will attest to (left side of the image).
Occasionally I’ll post nature images to this site. Here’s one of the latest, an up close look at a bald eagle in Glacier National Park.
I was lucky to get up to Glacier National Park from October 4-5th. On this shot, we had just emerged from miles of fog on the east side of Logan Pass. The west side felt tropical in comparison.
For those who have not picked up my second novel yet, The Invasive will be on sale the 15h to the 19th on Amazon.
The launch has been a success, with the novel staying within the top 100 of its genre categories for quite some time. And I’m happy for the reader feedback so far, especially all the people digging the “attack leaves” haha.
We’re pretty thrilled over here in Montana.
P.S. This photo was taken on July 20th. Usually I’m doing the photography.
The 16 foot fishing boat reminded me of all my fishing trips with my grandfather. They are all good memories. Thank you for everything, grandpa.
Thankfully, there were no secapods in this Montana scene.