Big Sky Country

I arrived in Bozeman, Montana in early April. It was the first time I had seen snow with grown up eyes. I've never seen a world more beautiful than Big Sky Country.

I'm a city child, grown from the streets of California. My childhood was spent surrounded by people. I think that helps me not take the open country for granted. Moving to Montana was the second most enlightening thing that has happened to me.

I may not claim the big sky as the place of my birth, but my heart lies buried beneath the mountains.