On Thursday the MercuryCSC crew took a field trip to Three Forks, Mont. to talk a bit of business and explore the history and unique personality of the town. So as not to take it over in one swarming mass we broke into smaller scouting parties and, with the Sacajawea Hotel as our center point, set out smart-phone in hand to take it in pieces. However, one group, lured by the soft green felt of the pool tables, abundant wifi ...
The epic journey began with a simple quest. We needed a shuttlecock. After a few quick giggles over the term shuttlecock the mission began. The first stop was the hardware store, the guy in the Hooters shirt, sweating profusely, suggested the local market. "Two blocks on the right. Veer left…" Sounded simple enough. "Then you'll hit the sunny stretch." He wasn't lying. Molly sweated her way through her dress a quarter of the way there, only to find ...
The warning sign as you walk in the Headwaters Heritage Museum, Three Forks, Mont.
What is the point of not allowing photography in an era of social media? Unless it's the Mona Lisa, it would seem that photos can be shared and help promote the place… especially a place in need of promoting like Three Forks.
Meggan breaking the rules upstairs with the coolest part of the museum — a display of 700 different types of barbed wire.
I found a website last March which promised to tell me what was in season locally. All sorts of excited, I clicked and entered the month and my zipcode. It laughed at me. I got nothing. So I entered June, and the zip. The best the site could do was potatoes from North Dakota.
So I planted a garden. There would be no North Dakotan potatoes for this girl. (Sorry North Dakota, your potatoes ...
On a recent surf trip to Costa Rica I was reminded of an important lesson… if you really want a feral experience you’re going to have to travel a bit further than most. Perhaps not a further distance, simply a different compass bearing. When the guidebook says, “go right” I’ve learned I’m better off going left… or, perhaps, splitting the difference.
Just north of Malpais, Costa Rica, the coastal town of Santa Teresa smells of ripe mangos ...
One of the pitfalls (best parts?) of living in Montana is it’s really big. Getting to the other side of the state can take all day. In the other places I’ve lived, going to the printer for a press check meant running across town to check things out and then darting back before anyone else had even realized that you were gone. But, my friends, this is Montana.
On a recent Tuesday afternoon I found out that I ...