I’ve lived in six states. Seven if you count a rainy summer in Washington, though that wasn’t so much a “move” as it was a long-term commandeering of my brother’s guestroom.
He lived on a lake filled with bass so it seemed the thing to do.
Each of my home states has had some enduring quality. None, however, has the cachet of Montana. After moving to Arizona from Montana, when I met new folks, I conveniently omitted the first 30 years of my life. I soon realized living in the Bitterroot Valley for six years laundered from my past three decades of city life as a native Californian. I was from Montana. That got people’s attention and granted me a certain undeserved respect.
The news in this case was the Missoula homeowner who found a bear snoozing on a shelf in the mudroom. Even by Montana standards this one was a rarity. Montanans see bears, lots of them. Even grizzly sightings are becoming fairly common as the big bruins continue their march toward permanent removal from the endangered species list.
By Rob Breeding
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