The End of the Road.

I love this tree. Perched at the top of our conservative skin track it became a transition companion during a day of hot laps through the 1988 Yellowstone burn zone. Frost clung to the wispy twigs holding on to the torched trunk as cross-loading winds blew the snow among us like smoke.

I feel that nature has a subtle way of getting under our skin, as if it brushes our fingertips, creeps into our bloodstream, and pulses through through our bodies in the form of energy and life. Atleast that is how it makes me feel. My recent trip to the end of the road, Cook City, Montana, was exactly that; a little nature to nurture the soul.

Montana never ceases to surprise me, an expanse filled with wrinkles so detailed and vast that I will never be able to fully explore them all. That is the beauty I suppose, and then when you think of it on a global scale… well, that’s just incomprehensible.

The company during the last few weeks has been an absolute delight; old friends, new friends, and strangers alike…

Perched on the Montana Wyoming border the Woody Creek Cabin provided stellar views and superb powder skiing. Definitely hit up Beartooth Powder Guides if you’re in the area, as the terrain and snowpack are complex. A little local knowledge goes a long way…

This guy is a gem. Thanks for the turns Beau.

Stay tuned for the beginning of a short video series!

Ciao for now,
K