Once, on a recent drive through Montana, I remembered talk of a guy who made bikes around Missoula. I tracked him down and he invited us over his place at the base of the Mission Mountains in St. Ignatius where he lives on a farm with his wife and daughter, their dog and a menagerie of beautiful barnyard animals.
We took a drive up to the buffalo fields beyond the town where I learned that Ben was from New York City, had spent time in the West during his college years, fell in love with it and his future wife, and decided to stay, to raise farm and family. It seemed like the life a lot of us just dream of.
We drove up to the top of the fields, saw the entire region from a vista, took pictures of buffalo and each other, before heading back for burgers, shakes, a good fire and a night in their guest cabin.