Friday, August 30, 2013

On The Fringes of The "Bob" and the Scapegoat...

 Montana backroading is some of the awesomest around. We ran off into the woods the other day... trying to find more Huckleberries... but I believe the season has passed us by.

We actually, nicked past the western edge of I believe the Scapegoat wilderness...which sits beside and just below the "Bob", and below the Chinese Wall.



It's hard being a walking, talking, anachronism... born in the wrong century, and expected to bend to fit the arbitrary demands of a soh-sigh-uh-tee.

But when those bruises get too sore and agitating... rolling, riding or walking back into open country under Wild Montana Skies is a pretty good salve for a worn spirit.





This is basically the country my latest story is set in. It's these same Montana mountains... just a bit farther north. There are great sections you can barely see ten feet... and then soul expanding vistas that let you see into your dreams...












Heidi doesn't  care for the "roads" in country like this. In spite of the fact that I don't drive off into ditches, or run over poodles and Prius's ... or turn off the side of a mountain 'cause I'm texting like some sort of a townie...

When the roads get steep and narrow... her eyes go to reading a book on her phone... until the truck stops or she can "sense" that things have widened out a bit.



 This ain't narrow! Hell... I can walk around both sides of that Ol' Truck! and there isn't even a dually hangin' in space yet!




We kept climbing higher into the mountains... headed toward Morrell Lookout. It's one of the few remaining active lookouts I know of.

You just keep going higher, the road gets thinner and rougher in a few spots... Finally you top out and the views open up that just... take you to places that a fella often can't put into words.

That hazy blue distance speaks to those that hear it in ways that are unexplainable to them that don't hear the whispers.








What drives a wanderer to keep on seeking what can't be found, to know the joy of the seeking... knowing not what he's looking for... is to the rest of mankind a form of insanity.


Ah... well... Yup... I am tee total insane with it...

To have what freedom I know taken away by the arbitrary rules and economic chains of a world soh-sigh-uh-tee bent on self destruction...

... would be the end of hope for this drifter.

There are those who will label that pontification and arrogance, I know...

... but those that will say that... are not communicating with me. We cannot communicate because we are on such divergent frequencies that we make no sense to each other.

Though I would like to be able to understand their thinking... I have discovered in my life that I am able to do that with the same studied ease that I can ride a good gelding from my treasured Rockies... to Maui.




So... I'll stop in those places with long views of Far Country...




Eat my crackers and cheese for lunch... and accept that I live on the fringe, out beyond the approved convention. I'll follow the lonely roads and narrow trails, protecting as best I can my life and what's mine from the grasping fingers of a world gone mad...

... and stay, as much as I can... in that part of creation that makes sense to me.

Just Livin'
Brian



5 comments:

Cindy Kingma said...

I love the photos that you can get of the areas up those roads you like to explore. However, I can certainly understand why Heidi reads her book while you do...(shiver) that's what I'd be doing, too. LOL

Dennis said...

That is some beautiful and remote country Brian. Love the photos

klbexplores said...

Today's post and pictures reminded me of our wonderful day in Idaho traveling the Selkirk mountain roads in search of huckleberries. Heidi didn't doze that day.... maybe it was the unfamiliar driver that she had to keep an eye on. Wonderful memories! Great photos today!! Karen

Janna and Mike said...

Brian--you take some awesome photos!

Brian said...

Thanks Ever'body! I have to admit though... Montana Helps a Photographer just a little bit!

Even on smoke Hazy days it lets you make a decent photograph.