The Well Behaved Dingo

We decided to go walk by the jefferson river today, and mac asked me before we left, “are you sure you don’t want to bring your camera?” “Naw,” I said.

It was the best of days, it was the worst of days. Scherzo got kicked in the head by a mule, fell through the ice, and got stung in the mouth by a bee all in one day. We saw the light go on in her head, the idea forming, and then ziiing. she was [...]

There’s a monsterous cave a few miles down the highway from my mom’s property which Sarah has never seen so we decided to check it out.

Today we built Scarlet a rustic dog agility course. Scarlet Cinder is a red heeler and a good friend of Scherzo’s. I’ve seen her jump 4 feet in the air, bouncing straight up and down because she wanted out of her kennel.

My mom’s property is a weird place for me. It’s wrapped up in long resentments of the worst kind of work, work you’re forced into with no reproach, of laying barbwire fence, bucking hay bales until my throat nearly closed up from my allergies, of fights at family gatherings and the last saddest days with [...]

We hit the library in Missoula and grabbed five books all claiming to be the essential guide to camping in Montana. All of them but one were crap. With no where to camp we decided to get the hell out of Missoula and go visit my mom in Willow Creek. We stopped on the way [...]

THURS MARCH 6 Sarroar The one thing you have to do in Missoula is eat fish tacos and drink brain wash. Back in our day it was easy finding brain wash, but now only one store, Liquid Planet, carries it. You have to get two fish tacos, one with hot sauce one without, a brain [...]

The drive last night was one of the most surreal night long drives of my life. We got on highway 13 which zigzags around the Coeur d’Alene Reservation. Sarah crawled in the back and fell asleep right outside some little hick town and right afterward the CD Player quit so it was me and the [...]

Well, once again last night was more driving than I care to admit to. We got into Bends Idaho well after dark and couldn’t find the campground we were after anywhere. When desperate we drive and drive. First up a long banging road to forest service land with “three great campgrounds” according to our guide [...]

I’ve been kicking myself since we left the campsite on the Metolius river yesterday. We drove for hours and hours, exactly what we’d told ourselves we weren’t going to do on this trip, looking for a place to camp. We checked sites all along the way, only to find most of them snowbound or “closed [...]