I hadn’t been to Montana since I was seven. Recently though, I found myself an hour outside of Bozeman at Sage Lodge, schmoozing with Stanley. Having no real recollection of my last trip, it’s true, the sky really does feel bigger there. With just 36 hours to soak it in though, I’d have to savor each sight.
I had left a mildly warm 64 degree San Francisco and awoke the next morning to snow, and temperatures around 30 degrees. I guess it goes to show you that you need to be prepared for anything in Montana.
The crew at X Overland took us on a mini expedition up Tom Miner Basin where we enjoyed some nice views and late season snow ball fights. After taking a quick break to have some snacks and boozy hot chocolates we headed back to the Lodge for some fly fishing.
As the weather cleared, the local fishing outfitter helped give some of us pointers on how to cast and theoretically reel in a fish. After their instruction it was off to the pond or the Yellowstone River. My new Pal Jay Hale and I opted to head down to the Yellowstone in search of some wild trout.
Though we weren’t lucky enough to catch anything, we enjoyed the views and some quiet time.
The final half day was spent exploring the foothills of Emigrant Peak. The morning was brisk but felt very refreshing, and the visibility was perfect.
I stumbled across a century old graveyard, some beautiful views, and even found a small two point deer shed. Each it’s own distinct reminder to head back to Montana soon, when I have more time.