I went golfing this past weekend. My friends describe my golf game as an "18-hole recovery program". Very funny. Golfing in Montana is an adventure, often a wild beautiful adventure. For example, several years ago I went to northern Montana to golf near Kalispell. I found this great course with no one else on it except one local guy and I. As we walked through the pines near the river toward one of the greens he told me the story of how a foursome had been stalked by a mountain lion on that hole. They chased him off, but it was interesting. Then he told me he'd encountered a grizzly bear on the same golf hole once. "They tell you to roll up in to a little ball and play dead," he explained. "But don't do that or you will be." OK, I got it. Frankly I don't know if I could help but roll up in to the fetal position and play dead. But anyway, as I was golfing last weekend I encountered a red fox, two young eagles and the wildest array of weather I can remember, ranging from bright sunshine and clear blue skies to a sleet storm.
One thing about Montana. When you live here, you know you're alive. Hope you can visit some time.