bashing ice

Bashing Ice *November in the Mountains*

Today’s post is a little bit of a breather from my friend Jenny during our Holiday weekend (if you are in the U.S.) A reflection on thankfulness in the small things. On Monday we go full force for 12 days (though no posting on the weekends – those are for my family) as we give away some of our very favorite gear. It’s our chance to give back as we celebrate YOU and the companies we have come to appreciate the most as far as getting our family out. Check in on Monday……


On a macro scale November in Montana can be pretty rough. If you’re into hunting, the secrets of the forest are yours. If not, November can be the no-man’s land between seasons- too snowy to do long hikes but not quite snowy enough to ski. As the light meters down to the longest nights of the year, the shortened days are cold, brown, and grey. A good time to go somewhere else, and many do.


But there are many blessings on a micro scale. Today we are exploring the ice developing along the local creek. With a five year old boy that generally means “bashing” the ice formations where they are most delicate and easiest to break. I think kids learn to love nature through a healthy mix of enjoyment and destruction- a little bit of an adjustment for my low-impact nature sensibilities.


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As we explore and play on a simple 100 yard stretch of creek I am deeply struck by how fortunate we are to have this uniquely American legacy – public lands to stretch, play, and imagine in. Yes, we are focused on bashing ice, but we are surrounded by the rustle of wind in the trees, the smell dry leaves and impending snow, and the possibility of a thousand adventures large and small. How these moments will settle into his consciousness we cannot know. All I can hope is that he will learn the solace of nature for himself. If I really dare, I hope he understands over time that we as a species require it, whether we realize it or not.


jennyJenny Golding lives with her husband, son, and two black labs in Montana on the border of Yellowstone National Park.


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