You’ve double-checked every piece of safety gear, but your stomach still drops out every time you leap into the void. There’s always that split second of uncertainty just before the line catches and you rocket off through the trees at 25 miles per hour, 50 feet off the forest floor. The O.B. crew headed to Big Sky recently to check out the newly installed zip-line, so with five digital cameras and a bevy of Southern housewives (they showed up separately, I promise), we took to the skies.
Outside Bozeman received an unusually high amount of flack regarding a certain article by editor-at-large Drew Pogge called “Living with Lycra”:
Went for a hike up Leverich canyon last night. Only three things needed for a short hike – dog, 44 ounce camelback and a powerbar. It was such a nice night I didn’t even take a fleece or a shell. Even though I’d be running portions of the trail I took my camera.
Classical music is much harder to wake up to at 5 am then the news. But, I refuse to begin my day with the “EINT, EINT, EINT” of the buzzer. I roll over and sit on the edge of the bed for a moment. My daytime systems begin boot up one by one and when I feel balance and coordination come on-line I stand.
I am heading to Yellowstone for a series of free photo workshops. There aren’t to many better ways to spend a day then to geek out on photography while spending the day in one of the most beautiful place on the planet.
Accompanying my drive are: a travel mug of coffee, a travel mug of granola, four pod-casts of Planet Money and a beautiful sunrise alpenglow highlighting wispy clouds suspended by treetops mid-way up mountainsides. Two and half hours later I pull into the Upper Geyser Basin section of Yellowstone. Most of us know this as the Old Faithful area.
I like timing my hikes for two reasons – first, knowing how long a hike takes so I know what hike I can pack into the time I have. Second, I like to know my pace, judging my fitness and comparing different terrain. Last week, Mike E and I had a conversation about how, at our age, we need to combine fitness and fun. We’re not old (we’re not 24 either) just busy, so every moment has to be budgeted, efficient, effective.
Got to the trail head about 4:30, timing it just right to avoid the after work onslaught. There is only one car in the upper lot. The Dog and I plan on hiking Baldy via the Sypes trail head. I haven’t hiked in about a week and a half because I have been very busy with my various work projects so I wondered how my body would respond.
Yup, it's true, there's a devoted (deranged?) group of aquanauts who dive the lakes and rivers of Montana on a regular basis. The guys in our particular scuba circle may not be as obsessed as some of the other divers around here, who will happily submerse themselves in a muddy pond in November; but we still like to get out and explore Montana's subsurface sights once or twice a year. This time it was the spear-friendly Seeley Lake area, followed by the incredible visibility and cool underwater structure of Flathead. Let the diving begin!
(story by Aaron Schultz)
Last Saturday I traveled to see the Virginia City Players in Virginia City, MT. Map Quest says it’s an hour and twenty minute drive from Bozeman but we make it in an hour, including a pit stop to get some ice-cream in Ennis. It’s a beautiful drive. Most drives through Montana are.
story and photos by David Rabenberg
After a long day of work on Wednesday, I was ready to get outside. With so many choices nearby, it’s always a tough decision to decide where to go. I wanted to go somewhere I hadn’t been before, and after some thought, decided to head up to Hidden Lakes, suggested by your favorite local magazine (*wink).
Driving the rough road up to the trailhead, my girlfriend Angie and I were not expecting to see many (if any) people at the trailhead. We round the last corner, and sure enough….at least ten cars, and one spot left for us. Did the recent mention of Hidden Lakes in Outside Bozeman bring all these people here?
(story and photos by Aaron Schultz)
It’s 8:30 am on a Sunday. I am hiking up Deer Creek, across Table Mountain, down it's ridge and finishing out past Lava Lake. According to the topo it’s about sixteen miles, not including elevation. Cyber-weather calls for high of 85 with a 40% chance of thunderstorms. A little rain, a little sun, lot’s of miles and a beer hiding under a rock in the Gallatin makes for my version of a perfect day.
Extra camera batteries, check. Flip flops, check. Dog treats, check. Grab the poles and go.
First, the senses tune into the birds and the wind, tickled occasionally by a single strand of a spider web across my face. Then the lungs breathe deep but not labored, absorbing air mixed with humidity and pine. The mind and body loosening up, but something’s not quite right…
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