I looked back and forth between my son and two antelope literally roaming the dusk-lit prairie between the Front Range and the Big Belts and thought: This is what I always wanted before I knew I wanted it.
It’s Saturday morning at the public park in Bigfork and I’m hoping to catch some of the nervous energy among the paddlers signing up for the 37th Bigfork Whitewater Festival. A heavy drizzle drums the taut nylon tents and the candy-colored kayaks. I figure the “Wild Mile” must be at a menacing level.
Do you know what the hardest thing about a five-day, 100-mile rollerblading trip is? It's when a friend asks, "Do you know what the hardest thing about rollerblading is?"
Punch line: "Telling your parents that you're gay."