A gentle breeze blows through the screen door of our small log cabin and the smell of fresh linen wafts through the air. Spotted Bear River, just outside the front door, offers up soft, gentle sounds of water tumbling over rocks.
Posted on June 02 2002
Some come from as far away as Kentucky and Pennsylvania.
They drive all day and through the night on the snowy back roads of northwest Montana, sitting four across in the front seat of a truck, rolling along narrow dirt roads and swilling coffee.