by Valerie Kennan As I watched the starlit sky, I was convinced I was about to die. I grew up in the suburbs of Boston, Massachusetts, where the most dangerous animal in town was the neighbor’s untrained dog. Living in Montana, a weekend camping trip forces me to face

by Valerie Kennan The transmission in the car of my life has two gears: sitting on the sidelines, and reckless abandon. I tend more towards pendulum swings, trying one tactic and, finding it failing, swinging to the other, also ineffective extreme. I spent elementary school following every rule and being

by Alex Speed I am not what most would consider an athlete. Most endeavors into this field end in either embarrassment or profound long-term injury or often both. I have broken feet and fingers, permanently altered the alignment of my spine, and (although I can’t directly tie this

By James Kozlik As a small group of concerned citizens gathered into the small, humble conference room of the Park County Environmental Council office on Thursday, March 19th to discuss a potential new landowner, all I could think of was Murphy’s Law and the luck of the Irish. Gosh,

By Blue Duck, Legendary PBR Bull and Occasional Philosopher This is your boy, Blue Duck—1,635 pounds of muscle, attitude, and Oklahoma sass. I live the good life most days: grazing in the sun, napping in the shade, and making Cord McCoy fetch me snacks like the well-trained