I take SPACE to be the central fact to man born in America… I spell it large because it comes large here. —Charles Olson, Call Me Ishmael: A Study Of Melville I know of no hunting venue that reinforces the sense of companionship between hunter and...
It’s a long journey from Chicago to rural Montana. Most would say it’s an even longer one from an office job to ranch work. But when Matt and Sarah Skoglund embarked on that particular journey, they ended up at a destination they’d never imagined. While...
When people imagine a rustic log cabin in the Rocky Mountain West, they most likely envision a trophy deer mounted on the wall or above a fireplace. A memento from the surrounding wilderness, the animal’s antlers reach toward the ceiling, and its round, glassy eyes...
It’s well past high-noon on a late-summer afternoon, and chef Melissa Harrison is standing in a field at Hardscrabble Ranch, east of Bozeman, Montana. Holding her hand on her forehead to shield her eyes from the sun, she looks out toward the horizon, checking the...
I’d been running and hiking in complete darkness for a couple hours when I disturbed whatever it was in the trees on the ridge between Sheep Mountain and Mount Jumbo, the peaks around Missoula, Montana. Actually, I’d been moving along the trail by myself for...
The Rock Creek Cattle Company — a membership-based community situated on a 30,000-acre historic working cattle ranch near Deer Lodge, Montana — is renowned for providing homeowners with a well-rounded Rocky Mountain experience. While the community has an authentic Western ranching vibe and a pristine...
While many fall-foliage enthusiasts naturally gravitate to the fiery spectacle of hardwood forests in New England, if aesthetic horizons are broadened, portions of the Rocky Mountains offer a different impressive alternative. Accomplished landscape photographer James Kay has long adhered to this belief. Frequently focusing on...
The saddle between two peaks the sleeping figure’s waist, one peak her shoulder, the other the smooth contour of her hip. She is asleep, deeply asleep. She is dreaming of the colors of flowers, the songs of birds. When she awakens she will prop herself up on one arm and stretch the other...
In The Truth of It All (Crooked Lane Books, $27.99), former war-zone correspondent-turned-novelist Gwen Florio once again brings her journalist’s attention to detail and dogged pursuit of the truth to a story that leaps from the page like a battle cry. Through the fiery eyes...
My mother was all of 5 feet tall, 120 pounds, and tough as a bag of hammers. Helen Francis Berigan was her maiden name; she had brilliant red hair, fair skin, and was as Irish as Paddy’s pig and proud of it. She married my...