I hadn’t been to Montana since I was seven. Recently though, I found myself an hour outside of Bozeman at Sage Lodge, schmoozing with Stanley. Having no real recollection of my last trip, it’s true, the sky really does feel bigger there. With just 36 hours to soak it in though, I’d have to savor each sight.
I had left a mildly warm 64 degree San Francisco and awoke the next morning to snow, and temperatures around 30 degrees. I guess it goes to show you that you need to be prepared for anything in Montana.