Autumn tourism is on the rise. Those unchained to the restrictions of a school calendar are capitalizing on the appeal of the fall shoulder season perks such as hotel and airfare deals, fewer crowds and milder weather.
It has microbreweries, artists, a cowboy hat-fixing genius, solar-powered lofts, and huge summer street events, along with homeless people, addicts, and the occasional break-in or fatal stabbing in an alley.
As for methods of getting work done, it's not that complicated. You can write, for hours and hours without stopping, even to eat, or you can write with breaks.
I've developed an additional criteria for a great ski trip. It's what I call the "surreal factor," something one ski area offers that no others do -- hopefully something weird, something wacky.
The act of going on a retreat is not woo woo. Leaving our daily lives behind and retreating into our primal rhythms, our purest flow, has been done since the beginning of time. The Native Americans went on Vision Quests. Jesus went to the desert. Buddha went to the Bo tree. Muhammad went to a cave.
Reading through Montana Rep. Steve Daines' list of campaign contributors is like looking at a who's who of dirty polluters.
The glaciers I marveled at on my backpacking trip have shrunk considerably, and even then they were a pale approximation of what they once were.
It is very possible that as Schweitzer goes, so goes Montana, and as Montana goes, so goes the nation in the U.S. Senate.
A small group composed of CEOs, conservationists, funders and advisors recently unplugged from technology and headed into the wilderness.
Forty years ago today, President Nixon addressed the nation to announce he would be resigning the next day -- the only time in US history this has happened. Today, President Obama announced the US will be dropping bombs on Iraq once again. That's a pretty heavy-duty amount of the past to contemplate, in one week.
I am sitting in the viewing car of a Portland-bound train, sipping beer and staring out at slow-rolling Montana. My journal is in my lap, open to an empty page. It's been there for about an hour. I haven't touched it.
Ain't freedom grand? And what says freedom better than being free from government mandates like the guarantee that you can't be denied health insurance because of a pre-existing condition?
Kalispell is nestled into some of the best places to visit in the country after all, to the east is Glacier National Park; to the south is Flathead Lake, the largest freshwater lake west of the Mississippi and to the north is Whitefish Mountain for skiing and mountain biking.
As marriage equality continues to spread from one state in another, a small group of powerful government lawyers is doing everything they can to hold it back. In just the last week attorneys general in at least three states have taken steps to fight gay and lesbian citizens.
Paul Ryan is attempting to address poverty, once again. What he's really doing is trolling the media to write "compassionate conservative" columns about him (which, so far, doesn't seem to be working very well), to bolster his chances to get the Republican presidential nomination.
The revelations that John Walsh plagiarized a major paper in college have now completely torpedoed his chances for retaining the seat. To be fair, there was little chance that Walsh was going to win in any case. But the difference between "little chance" and "no chance" can be measured in hope. There is now no hope for Democrats in Montana, this year.