In Montana we are taught to love the land. No matter if you fish, hunt, hike, ski, camp, farm or even just have your own backyard garden your life begins to resonate with each season. Our land is who we are. It is part of our soul. We can leave Montana, and while we miss our friends, one thing is always true, we miss the land.
I was raised on the plains in Montana. Living in a farming community, my sisters and I attended a one room school house and were allowed to run loose all summer on the prairie. Our only constraints were to stay out of the hills where the rattle snake pits were, and to always be home by dark.