Along the Front

Desiree and I drove home from the cabin by way of the Front Range of the Rockies.

The “Front,” as we call it in Montana, is a dramatic meeting of worlds—where wind-scoured prairie upsurges suddenly into a soaring wall of limestone and shale, fringed with sweeping foothills and canyons carved deep by time and water.

We stopped often, drawn to fence lines and expansive views, to watch the shadows of clouds drift across the vast, handsome land.

I’m sharing three photographs I captured along the way.

Montana Highway 200

Desiree and the Front Range

Gaillardia