Well folks, winter has arrived here in the great North of Montana. I’m busy writing and about to head to a doctors appointment. But first I’d like to post this image of a great white-tailed deer taken last week on the prairie. It’s been an absolute honor to live in these great mountains the last six years.
Hey everyone. I’m in Missoula working on THE PULLER script and braving winter, haha. I have some cool writing news coming I’m very excited about, too. Also a NEW short story collection is coming soon. Winter is time to write, and get new work out there to you all. I appreciate your patience and having my back over these last few years!
Also, you can now follow my official Facebook page HERE.
It looks like wolves are poised to return to Colorado thanks to voters and a re-introduction initiative. Although Colorado is home to beautiful mountains and national forests, the state is rather tame compared to Montana due to the lack of native predators like wolves and grizzlies.
Let’s hope this changes very soon.
I took this image of a wild wolf in Glacier National Park last fall, when Wrigley was still alive. It was our last trip into Glacier together. I’ll never forget you, old friend. It was an honor to have you at my feet for almost thirteen years. What a day we had in Glacier.
Late fall has turned into winter, and I doubt I’ll be filming my moose friends in the water this year. But hey, that’s the way wildlife photography goes. Each year brings something different, and you roll with the changes.
By the way, moose are a featured species in my debut novel, “The Puller”.
Well everyone, it looks like winter is here. How do I feel about it? the freezing temps and snow are cute for a few days. Then it turns into a relentless grind. It’s character forming, however.
Recently, the Washington Post wrote about the “land rush” here in Montana, and how residents from places like New York and California are “escaping Covid-19”.
They are in for a big surprise. I’ve heard estimates of 35,000 new residents. Many of whom bought houses sight unseen. This weekend, western Montana was slammed with below zero temps and up to a foot of snow. And it’s not even Halloween.
I’m not quite sure why California residents, or Oregon residents are bailing for Montana. The weather here is FAR WORSE than either of those states, both of which you have the option of driving to “new weather” within a half hour drive. This is not the case for Montana. What you see is what you get…for hundreds of miles.
I’m also a little confused as to why California residents would pass up the tens of millions of undiscovered acres and federal land between San Francisco and Montana. That’s a lot of amazing scenery, and much better weather they’re just skipping across.
And finally, I’ve never quite understood why people “escape the cities and suburbs” yet bring that exact property aesthetic to the new place (in this case the Rockies, and in this case cutting down native flora and replacing it with golf course lawns). I plan to write some more about this, and it is of course detailed in a few of my unpublished novels I have set aside for a rainy day.
Anyway greetings from Montana. It’s freaking cold.
