I often wonder about Montana and how my life might look, had I gone there to stay.
I named my son Bridger, after the great trapper Jim Bridger. As my youngest, he holds my attention the longest. I am trying desperately to invest in him and to mold him into a man of integrity and adventure. He has been many places with me and has met many people. I tell him the same thing my dad told me, "Every person you meet will teach you one of two things, either how to be or how not to be." Learn from that and life has meaning. As a young man of 16, I only wanted to see the world. I dreamed of a cabin in the woods of Montana. My "home base" of sorts. A Hemingway hideout for writing down the details of each journey. A look out the window would reveal snow capped peaks and my indian paint horse milling about in a corral. Sky grey smoke rising from my chimney. Apple pie cooking in the kitchen. SOme would call that the American dream, others maybe not so much.