Here I am, somewhere in Montana, settling into my role at Montana State University. The vibe’s different from last week’s remote work hustle – now, I’m aiming for a blend of productivity and personal time. And, against all odds, I’m knocking tasks out of the park. Just stepped outside for a ride, despite the downpour. Bozeman? Missoula? The lines are a bit blurry in the rain.
Reaching the ridge, I was struck by a stunning scene – a fiery sky like none other, above what I think was the Gallatin Valley. Caught between awe and the instinct to bolt before the storm hit, I stood frozen, watching this mesmerizing dance of red and dark clouds. The moment was fleeting, soon replaced by snowflakes.
Home at last, after what felt like an age, my hands too numb to even open the door. A hot shower brought me back to life after my mini odyssey.
What a ride! Started on the M Trail, venturing through the Bridger Foothills into a landscape that shifted from dry paths to waist-deep snow. Every turn brought more beauty, and oh, if only I’d remembered my camera. The mix-up of Bozeman and Missoula? Just part of today’s whirlwind adventure.
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