by R. McKinnon Baxter Dear Montana… today I write from the Crowsnest Pass in the Province of Alberta, your friendly neighbor to the north who has been as hospitable as she has beautiful… never to exceed your own beauty of course 😉 but beautiful none-the-less. As I rode deeper into the outback of the Canadian …
by R. McKinnon Baxter It’s Friday, and Jenny II is nervous. Yesterday I took Hahnna onto the Beartooth Highway to scope things out. The experience was… well, let me tell you… My friend Jack grew up in Red Lodge and had a few tips for me. “Go to the Red Box” he said… and so …
by R. McKinnon Baxter My dear Montana… I need to apologize… I have been selfish. I have been riding and driving across your lands, swimming in your rivers, your lakes… talking to and enjoying your people… and lately, I have been so adrift, so lost in love with what you’ve had to offer… I’ve forgotten …
by R. McKinnon Baxter It’s Thursday morning… but honestly, I doesn’t seem to matter what day it is anymore. I suppose that has been a goal of sorts for me for some time. After years of hardcore suit wearing, presentation giving, dress-for-success living, today… I work in my underwear… my sweatpants, and in general, whatever …
by R. McKinnon Baxter Dear Montana… thank you for reminding me of the gift we’ve all been giving here in America… Freedom. Lord knows, we take that word for granted here in the US. We have it, and we don’t realize what we have. No, I am going to take that a little further. We …
by R. McKinnon Baxter Dear Montana… thank you for raising the bar of my manhood. Your nature, your influence, your challenges… they all bring out the best man, the most man in me. You are a natural boot camp and strengthening of the mind, body and soul. You remind me that if it’s to be… …
by R. McKinnon Baxter It helps to understand where I’m coming from… My grandfather, James D. McKinnon, started a Chevrolet dealership back in 1939. I’ve always admired him for that, because, well, it was still part of the Great Depression that did not truly end until the start of the second World War in 1941. …
by R. McKinnon Baxter Montana, my dear… I have just spent a few days in your Paradise Valley, home of Pray, Emigrant and Gardiner. Your beauty welcomed Jenny and me as we made our maiden voyage into Paradise. We chose Paradise for the obvious reason; because it was closest to our home base of Bozeman, …
by R. McKinnon Baxter My dearest… Montana. We have known each other for 20 years now, and I’ll never forget the first day we met. It was, without a doubt… love at first sight. There was only one word thought and said… “wow”. That word, you should know, is about the greatest compliment I have …