Montana Outdoors Magazine
What goes there?
Trudging through knee-deep snow on the gentle shoulder of a long ridgeline, I make my way through underbrush in the Gallatin Mountains west of Livingston. The snow masks the sound of my boots in the quiet of the forest. The air is crystalline, graciously still. Heavy mounds of snow from the previous night’s storm weigh down the Douglas fir branches. Hoar frost twinkles in the early morning sun, like tiny shards of broken glass sprinkled across the snow.