A Montana Journal

  A Montana Journal, ca July 2025. And so the sun, ascending in its glory and attending to its duty, preordained by the Father Hisself, brings light and life to all the world. And I, by His grace, am again a fortunate partaker of the event. And so we ride. Me and Ol’ Black Tahoe, my trusted steed, trailed today high into the Beaverhead, across the Great Divide and down into the valley they call the Big Hole. The land here is wide and open and gently swells in endless expanse to horizons of still-snow-topped mountains on ever-side. These wanderer’s eyes can barely accept the beauty of it all. Yet I am grateful for such what He has made, and what He prepared in abundance as witness to His very being. We come along the Big Hole River, what dominates all endeavors within this valley, and trailed beside its imposing currents. And finally coming to passage leading toward territory of our intent, we pushed ahead and heavenward. After but a few mile in, day’s travels was cut short by trail...

  A Montana Journal, ca December 2024 It’s snowing here in the territories. The trees what reside near to this place are covered with them falling crystals, dressed for the season by the Great Creator’s own hand. Me and Ol’ Black Tahoe, my trusted steed will remain tucked in and warm. We are grateful today for the comforts of camp, and also for news of a brother soon to make homestead here in Montana. He come to visit these few days past, and so arrives again with the spring. His camp will be on mountainside, in the high places, to live among the elk and bear, the lion and the fox. It was quite the trail what led him here, the Creator’s handiwork and perfect timing surely at play. He will live but a short ride from my valley home, and my daughters, many miles distant, will be joyful to know family is near. I have often reminded those caring children that the One who rides with me has made good company these many years and never failed to keep me safe and content in His promises. Ye...