Montana does have its pleasures.
Montana does have its pleasures. It’s Friday and we have these natural hot springs to ourselves, the ice melt of the Jefferson more than tempered by the sulfuric hot water bubbling up from volcanic depths.
It’s a wild sensation feeling the hot and cold currents burn and sting until you find the sweet spot, river and sun merging with flesh at the perfect temperature.
Soon we hear thunder. There is no static state of grace here. The weather is always changing, profoundly uncivilized, lovely one minute and trying to kill you the next.
So it’s time to go, put clothes back on and drive and talk about dinner, all of us in cars and houses pretending that this ever-shifting wildness isn’t right outside the door.
To be honest, I’ve always been more interested in books and music and conversation. But once in a while June gets me outside and the wildness gets in.
