The storm eagle.

A couple years back, I was sitting on a cliff and watching a storm roll in over the Bitterroot mountains. As the storm shook the forest canopy, this eagle surged from the dark clouds, right towards me.

Looking back, I was reminded of a few things. Like how my parents raised my sister and I. We were taught to venture out into the world, to carve a unique identity for ourselves, to become our own people. Our autonomous independence was respected…and personal growth encouraged. This was, perhaps, the greatest lesson from my parents. If you truly love something, you don’t try to control it. You let the person blossom organically.

And I think back to that evening in the Bitterroot Mountains, and that powerful storm, and the eagle. And now I know.

A healthy eagle flies far from the nest.


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One of my favorite things about living in Montana these last six years or so is the incredible wildlife. This bald eagle was filmed on the prairie.

A bald eagle in Montana.

The glue keeping this country together.

This week, every time I speak with a cashier, or barista, or waiter, or nurse, or doctor, or pharmacist, or janitor, or gym worker, or mail delivery person or teacher, I thank them for keeping the city of Missoula running, and our country. They are the glue that keeps our lives functioning during these unique times. They are irreplaceable and on the front lines.

Thank you all.

An outstanding bull elk in the Montana mountains.