Category: Bitterroot Valley

Happy Friday from Montana! As you may have heard, Western Montana has been being hit with EPIC snowfall. And I don’t use the word epic lightly.

Winter arrived late to Western Montana. My guess? She wanted to make an entrance. And that’s fine with me…I’m not going to point fingers, cuss her out or give her the silent treatment. Why? Because she’s here now and let’s face it, she really looks quite lovely.

Last week, I mourned the loss of summer. This week, I’m embracing fall in Montana’s Glacier Country. I can’t help it. You see, autumn in Montana has its own distinct feeling and personality that is perhaps best described as the perfect combination of a charming bashfulness, a dash of showmanship and of course, all things delicious.

I’m not sure how many of you feel this way, but this girl is having a hard time saying goodbye to summer. It’s like I blinked and all of the sudden it’s gone. This summer was definitely one for the books, with thousands of miles logged, countless scoops of ice cream consumed and beautiful snapshots […]

If you’re anything like me, you like to know what type of weather to expect when you’re gearing up to play or work in Montana’s great outdoors. From my office, I can look out the window and see exactly what the weather has in store for me. But one of the tricky things about Western […]

Sometimes a girl just needs a burger. There’s been a lot of talk about burgers this week and the need to sink my teeth into one of the best burgers around was growing stronger by the day. So on Wednesday, we hopped in the car and headed south through the Bitterroot Valley to Hamilton and […]

Time for honesty. I snuck out of here yesterday. But for good reason! We’ve had some cold days during the past couple of weeks here in God’s country and this little girl was to the point of being over this cold weather. Luckily for me, yesterday turned into an absolutely beautiful, sun-kissed day. And I […]

Settled snugly in my horse’s saddle, I tentatively coaxed Whiskey up alongside our equestrian guide, SuzAnne Miller, who was perched with authority atop her shining chestnut colored horse, Power, as we crested a golden brown grassy hilltop. Far below us the shallow Bitterroot River flowed along the valley bottom, calm and lazy as the wispy […]