Fort Peck
Some back road near Fort Peck, Montana We have a tradition that has been running for as long as Sam and I have been together, nearly five years now. One weekend a month, we load up the car with our camping gear, cooler, dogs, and all the usual roadtrip fare and set off to see some distant corner of Montana. For a state with three rectangular corners, there are far more distant corners than you would mathematically expect. This is my greatest joy of life in Montana. Anytime we want, all we have to do is wander down some random dirt road for thirty miles to find a lonely landscape masterpiece living quietly under this endless wealth of sky. While the crowds seem to find their way to Yellowstone and Glacier, seeking an audience with the profound world treasures, we glide down some empty highway in Chouteau County with complete autonomy and no clock on our shoulders. With the radio blasting, we flip quarters at intersections, some mornings seeing more planets than cars. As the sun fades