As a kid, nature for me consisted of our backyard plants and walks around the park. I dreamed of moving to the country. At age 30, I made it.
Approximately 815 people live in the small town of Gardiner, Montana. A person can count all the cars that pass by in an afternoon on their hands. Deer wander the streets. Elk and buffalo graze the high school football field. It’s the kind of town where you run into the postman at the pizza parlor on a Friday night, drinking beer and watching the game. The local coffee shop is a “one stop shop” - it’s the place to send faxes and make copies, pick up medications, pay your gym fee, and rent a movie from. In Gardiner, pride comes from having the most delicious homemade peach cobbler, courtesy of the Cowboy Lodge and Grill.
We recently moved to Mammoth. We are now five miles inside Yellowstone, which technically puts us in Wyoming. Two hundred people live here. I am still adjusting. I consider it a homestead; Shawn calls it a “village.” There is the hotel, the general store, the visitor center, and a chapel among other historical buildings.
It’s the type of small town, where you get so DAMN bored you walk the five miles from Mammoth to Gardiner, over the state border - out of boredom - just to grocery shop. My calves are killing me. 
Approximately 815 people live in the small town of Gardiner, Montana. A person can count all the cars that pass by in an afternoon on their hands. Deer wander the streets. Elk and buffalo graze the high school football field. It’s the kind of town where you run into the postman at the pizza parlor on a Friday night, drinking beer and watching the game. The local coffee shop is a “one stop shop” - it’s the place to send faxes and make copies, pick up medications, pay your gym fee, and rent a movie from. In Gardiner, pride comes from having the most delicious homemade peach cobbler, courtesy of the Cowboy Lodge and Grill.
We recently moved to Mammoth. We are now five miles inside Yellowstone, which technically puts us in Wyoming. Two hundred people live here. I am still adjusting. I consider it a homestead; Shawn calls it a “village.” There is the hotel, the general store, the visitor center, and a chapel among other historical buildings.
It’s the type of small town, where you get so DAMN bored you walk the five miles from Mammoth to Gardiner, over the state border - out of boredom - just to grocery shop. My calves are killing me.
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