First Day

I arrived in Montana today, the first day of my years adventure. One car journey, two different planes, an expensive taxi ride and tomorrow a long bus ride into Yellowstone Xanterra Canyon Lodge - not including the journey from England (My home country). It was all worth it for seeing those crisp mountain tops, peaking through the plane window and haze, stitching into the seemingly hallucinatory swirls of the fields spilling into one another below.

I already had my first adventurous trip of the year in Bozeman. After getting to the hotel I discovered a disused railway track running around the edge of town which I followed around through an industrial zone with a great view of the hills, then to the underbelly of a car bridge with the streamlined sounds of 'whoooosssssshhhh' every so often where lied many misplaced paint spray cans. I followed it through to some flourishing green Wetlands (probably trespassing but oh well) holding my camera to my chest at every step and ending up on the edge of the highway.

For sure I can say that Bozeman is a very intriguing place, surreal at that with its classic large American town appearance with busy traffic and suburban homes, juxtaposed against vast empty green mountains, gathered hillside forests and the endlessly open environment leading wherever you could wish to go.