If you believe you're a victim, you'll never be content. Ramblings of a recovering miserable dick.
The red summer sun sets behind Rattlesnake outside my west-facing window.
However, something interesting has happened; I think I may be more resilient than I once thought.
Nonetheless, my soul remains on the rolling hills of the Palouse.
What makes you happy while you’re doing it? Or, more importantly, what gives you a sense of purpose?
It was just my trusty one-year-old Blue-Heeler and Australian Shepherd mix, Maizy, and myself, as we made our way up the winding trail of Moscow Mountain’s West-Twin peak.
It was on our descent that I had the realization that I mentioned at the beginning of the article: Missoula is that place that has that something for me, that inexplicable magic.