Afoot

Late and wary of police, I opt for back roads, cursing my broken headlamp. I ditch the bike, craving a hike instead. I tackle a rocky ridge, tougher than Missoula’s “M” trail, reminiscing about Sentinel’s similar path. I overtake three gasping exchange students, feeling agile. Reaching a larger “M” made of white stones, curiosity strikes at a northward path. I run towards it, enjoying the freedom. The descent offers scenic rocky outcroppings, outshining Missoula’s trail. It merges with the Bridger Foothills Trail, a challenging but bike-friendly route. However, today, I’m solely on foot.