The Bob Marshall Wilderness is calling my name. As I was typing yesterday’s post, I was speaking to my buddy from the Glacier trip, and we got to talking about Montana, round two:
“[the Bob] would be right up your alley. Long charges with a side climb or two, to acclimate you to some exposure. It’s a good thought.”
The allure of Montana is too much to resist.
There is nothing as wild, nothing as beautiful, nothing as dangerous in the lower 48. That means something. It’s supposed to be hard.
More to follow.
-Kirk
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