John Colter’s leg muscles were burning and his lungs were aching, but he kept his legs moving. As he glanced over his shoulder he could see that most of the Blackfoot warriors chasing him were far behind now, but there was one far ahead of the others,…Continue
On a crisp, clear afternoon in what is now southwest Montana, in January 1836, a thin bearded man in his mid-30s, dressed in buckskin, was racing across the valley of the meandering Yellowstone River on the back of a very fast horse. Ahead of him in the…Continue
Ships, Real and Imaginary
It’s a piece of rock with a wonderful beginning.
A cause for marvelling in a right of its own.
Formed deep in the magma of earth.
Mainly composed of…Continue