Hello springtime.

Spring is a wonderfully weird time to live in a place like Montana. Where the only consistencies are that it's horribly inconsistent. For instance, yesterday I was in the beautiful Paradise Valley, where temps hit upwards of 70 degrees and I nurtured my worsening sunglass tan while laying on a sandy bank of a teal-colored river before retreating up the hill to our favorite shoulder season camping spot. That evening we watched a herd of elk move across the hillside face as a golden sun teased our faces with those almost summertime feels. But spring is ever-changing as we awoke to steady 20mph winds and a squall line marching across the valley to the South. Now as I write these very words I look out at a fresh blanket of snow concealing the green grass we just welcomed back into our yard. I had big plans to start tilling a new garden space, but it seems as though mother nature has some different ideas. Get the ski bibs back out I guess, we have more lines to check off anyways.