Standing in the front yard, about to take walk with Gordie, I see the Three Sisters newly plastered with white.

I don’t understand why Fernie’s not crawling with Americans. Their leader dyes his hair the color Cheetos and slathers on […]

I woke yesterday and watched the sun crest the ridge blood red. Fresh blood red. So dimmed by the smoke of the fires, I could look directly at the rising orb.