Camping With Aliens In Montana

Ten minutes out of town, we found the dirt roadup, then down the west side and finally back
that goes up to Storm Lake. We had been therenorth to the grassy slope where Ana was
before, shortly after moving to Anaconda,waiting.Maybe it was foolish to leave Ana alone.
Montana. The road was hard on the car, but weJust three months later, two boys were attacked
couldn't resist going. This time we would hike upby a mountain lion on the hill just behind the town
to the tundra and stay the night. My wife Anaof Anaconda. The fourteen-year-old fired his gun
had never been camping above the treeline.Thereto scare it off. Both boys were probably larger
were a couple cars, but nobody in sight. The lakethan my gunless wife. Fortunately, we didn't meet
was sparkling in the sunlight, and the mountains ofany cougars or bears on this hike, but Ana had
the Anaconda-Pintler range rose up all around it. Itother things to worry about.Camping With Aliens
was quiet and cool here at 8,000 feet. We put onIn Montana"I hear voices," she told me in the tent
our packs and started up the trail. Twentythat night. I assured her there was nobody within
minutes later we were past the lake, and the trailten miles of us, and then she was worried about
steepened.Hiking With Guns In MontanaAfter analiens landing in the meadow. Well, it would make a
hour of zig-zagging up the mountain we metgood landing site. The wind threatened to shred
another hiker. We talked briefly, and noticed thethe tent all night, sounding like the whispers or
handgun on his belt. This is common in Montana.screams of ghosts - or aliens. By morning the
We've seen guns on the hiking trails and in thewind relented, but it was well below freezing -
bars, and the bank tellers don't even blink whentime to get Ana home.Despite the cold she hates
customers walk in wearing guns - they probablyso much, Ana couldn't help stopping to take in the
have their own.We never did ask this hiker whyview as we crossed the high meadows on our
he had one, and didn't find out until later thatway home. Mountains, grey with rock, green with
there are grizzlies in the area at times, somethinggrass and flowers, and painted with white patches
some "experts," have denied. At least we had ourof snow, were everywhere. Lakes sat in valleys
freon horn to blast if we met a bear, but thenbelow, unvisited for weeks at a time. We'll be
maybe that would just get the bear angry.Theback there again, but perhaps with bear spray
trees got smaller as we climbed, and ended justand alien repellant.Notes:Forty-five miles of the
before Storm Lake Pass. Ana waited patiently atContinental Divide Trail pass through the
the pass while I ran the five minutes - whichAnaconda-Pintler Wilderness. Other trails in the
became twenty - up to the peak of Mount Tiny,area are never heavily used. You can easily find
about 10,000 feet high. Small, compared to somemountains and whole valleys where you'll be the
of the surrounding mountains, but it seemedonly human residents for as long as you
almost rude to give a beautiful mountain a namestay.Steve Gillman hit the road at sixteen, and
like that.Later, past goat meadow, Ana waitedtraveled the U.S. and Mexico alone at 17. Now 40,
again while I scrambled up the rocks to the tophe travels with his wife Ana, whom he met in
of Kurt Peak (also about 10,000 feet). I couldn'tEcuador.
find the route where I came up, so I went back