Under the Dome Alone

“Oh no, don’t do that,” my mom said when I called to tell her that I’d be staying at the yurt alone for five days. “I’ll be OK,” I reassured her. “I have plenty of bear spray. But I can’t leave the cats alone. It’s freezing up there at night already.” “But I’ll be so…

Square Foot Gardening

In a state as vast, remote, and sparsely populated as Montana, square-foot gardening may seem absurd. I know it probably does to many of our North Fork neighbors. In fact, one thought our little veggie-plot-to-be was a horseshoe pitching box. At twenty-four square feet, the raised bed looks not unlike a postage stamp in the…

Evangelizing, Vandalizing, Bigamizing

Without a composting toilet, dry sink, or sufficient source of heat at the yurt yet, we decided to head back home to Whitefish rather than stay the night. As Chris closed the gate to our lane, I took one last look at the cabin, far off in the distance. There had to be more to…