Born and raised in Roundup Montana I thought that implied knowledge of winter. But now living in Livingston we are consistently scouring the map to see where the warmest and dries places in Montana are. Many times we find out that Roundup is the warmest and dryest place in the state. What?
So after leaving my birthplace, I went to Billings Montana. Same as above, meaning warm and dry. But even more sometimes. Now keep in mind living in Montana winters are inherently long.
Then I went to upstate New York. While living and racing my mountain bike I considered the winter’s cold but short. Everybody around me thought they were horrible. I found them to last very short. In fact like a month or two. Other than that, it was always in transition and the summers were amazing. Awesome fall in that part of the country.
Although a little bit humid, Connecticut was the same as Plattsburgh but even better. I was able to ride my bike year-round.
But … That’s when my decisions making started to turn for the worse. I decided to move back to Montana. I chose Missoula. Not only because of its art and culture but because along with the Bitterroot corridor it looked, and I was told, to always be the warmer place in Montana. And it was next to the mountains. Mountains are very very important to me. I cannot live anywhere without mountains and so Missoula seems to be the best place.
But then I started to get a little grouchy in Missoula because of the winters. It seemed to be a little bit longer than New England. The worst thing was inversion and clouds. Then I lost track of everything. I moved to Bozeman. Like … what was I thinking?
I soon realized this was the coldest place I have ever lived. The winters seemed to last two to three months longer than even in Missoula. I mean, you only had like three months of summer and even then it wasn’t that warm. We escaped over the pass to Livingston two years ago.
“Welcome to the sunny side”, was the first and most welcome greeting we got upon arriving in downtown. From there I thought I was in heaven. The summers were hot and the population was low. This little town seemed to be a lot like Missoula.
Then it happened. The winter hit, and at first, it seemed okay. A couple of snowstorms but it melted right away and the whole winter up to March was dry. I thought holy cow this is it. The most awesome place although windy sometimes, haha.
Now after surviving, well, I have to say I haven’t survived the second winter yet and this is the big problem. This year after a couple of early-season snowstorms indeed everything dried off. It was just cold and windy. Which in itself means winter and my body feels weathered to justify.
And then as you go into March you think oh my god Spring is almost here and then it hits it snows every day in March. And if this year is like last year, it will snow until June. So yeah, Livingston seems to be okay until you hit March, but then it’s winters are offset into what other places would be experiencing spring.
I’ll stop right there and say that I am thankful for the people of Livingston. I am thankful for all the sun. And the gravel. I just want to stop the trend. Of moving to messed-up-environments. Maybe go nomad. Like be in sunny and dry during a SHORT winter but then come north to friends and good times.