In the summer of 2011 my husband and I set out from our home in Cambridge, Massachusetts to car-camp our way out to Montana, and do some hiking around where the great divide zigzags through the northern Rockies.  We had another mission, too:  tucked safely into the pile of gear, we carried a family heirloom, a plains Indian war club, picked up by my great grandfather at Little Big Horn, only a few years after the battle.  I had decided to return to its makers and rightful owners.

In the final days before taking off, I hastily put together the basics for a blog.  I slipped my trusty Canon S95  into a ziplock bag and into my pocket, grabbed my laptop, and I was good to go.  Every four or five days we’d stop at a motel and I’d upload photos, write like crazy while Mark, saint that he is, would do the laundry.

I hope you enjoy my travel blog.  It was the trip of a lifetime.  I would love to hear from you.