wild country

I woke up in my car at a trail head in gallatin canyon. it was a cold rainy montana morning. plugged my phone into my little speaker and tuned to some happy summer reggae songs. sat there brushing my teeth with moose running around. wearing a 700 fill downjacket wishing I’d brought my sorels. walk to the bathroom leaves morning due on my chacos.

my life is so funny.

I got into my car, drove back to big sky. ran by the bakery. coffee and breakfast in hand headed back to Geyser for another glorious day of running myself ragged on the river. swift water rescue class. memorizing 2 back, all forward, stop. move around this rock, pivot right here, shimmy up on this one, spin off that one. jeesh.

who would have thought that I would find myself here. sometimes I suddenly acknowledge how utopistic my life seems to my friends and family in finland. where I live, what I do and everything about my life.

this wild country. this big big sky. miles and miles of dirt road. chaco tans. rivers. my rhythm. winter blizzards. camping out of my car. skiing couloirs. virginia city. western store fronts.

I hiked with Kate in the Pintlers one weekend. had an awesome time climbing on top of peaks amongst alpine lakes. skinny dipped and laid around naked on the beaches of one I found in a random basin while Kate was exploring other basins. week later I spent 4 days at Red Ants Pants festival with awesome girl crew for company. we all worked the event, camped out, partied out and watched a shit ton of good music. amazing experience as always!

I am taking a day off from running the river or doing anything but managing my life. ha. feel slightly abused by yesterdays mountain bike ride. Curly Lake loop in the Tobacco Roots delivers amazing top-of-the-world-views, 20-some miles of rocky as shit technical trail, 5000 ft elevation gain and numerous bruises the morning after that you’re not exactly sure how they got there. I don’t feel tired as much as I feel like I’ve been kicked by rocks, scraped by my bike, branches and you name it. good times!

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