I hope they find their special place

When I arrived in Montana I knew nary a soul here.

It didn’t matter. I was searching for adventure, not familiarity. I reveled in the wild country and open spaces, the vastness of it all.

Nearly 48 years later I’m still in awe, although I must admit it’s a lot more familiar than it used to be. I know what’s on the other side of the mountains now. I have friends and acquaintances from the Flathead to Baker, and a growing number of young folk refer to me as Grandpa.

The arrival of twins Mason and Samuel earlier this week brought that total to a dozen. Only one lives in another state.

I doubt the...