A couple years after moving to Montana, I’d take all these long solo trips to do some exploring. I was all on my own since there were no cell phones and such. This trip took me to the Badlands and Sturgis for the very first time. At night, I stared up at the star-clustered sky, while in the distance, the banter of yipping coyotes filled up the dark. During the day I’d hike around or drink beers with bikers I would meet at the rally. I had no fear back then. One night, with Mt. Rushmore in my view, I set my sleeping bag down in a parking lot between my car and the next. Within minutes I met my new neighbors who had also just landed a spot here. We spent most of the night sitting between our cars, wrapped in our bags and blankets, talking over their homemade wine. I’ll never forget that, although, now, I feel I’ve really lost hold of that adventuresome part of me.