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Backroads Wave

By Jenna Caplette

In August, I vacationed with my daughter in Northern Montana near Trego, not too far south of Eureka. To reach the place we stayed, we drove backroads. When we passed by other vehicles, drivers waved. 

It’s one of the first things I loved about Montana back in the 1970’s - the wave. I had completely forgotten it until my daughter and I started spending time around Gardiner and drivers on the road to Jardine would wave as I drove by. It didn’t take long to hit my groove — I like to do a two finger wave, sort of like a rodeo queen but from my car’s steering wheel, not my non-existent hat. Why? I don’t have a clue. It’s just my style. 

In the 70’s, when I lived in Crow Agency, we waved at each other on the freeway. For a girl for whom the San Francisco Bay Area already felt too populated and impersonal, there was a seductive charm to the backcountry wave. Certainly in Bozeman, where people talk on their cell phones even though it’s illegal, where they are busy and distracted, no one waves.

About the driver’s wave, a friend who lives North of Belgrade said, “It's just something I grew up with and continue to do. I've been asked on several occasions if I know the people I wave at and always answer no. I also get asked why I wave then. Because that's what you do. I rarely wave on pavement and I only wave with one finger.....my index finger. Why? Because my mom does and it cracks me up, so I do too. It's funny to see it pop up off of the steering wheel all by itself. 

A Montana native remembered, “My dad always waved. He used his middle finger. He said the people who liked him knew him. The people who didn't like him waved the same way. I still wave. It is just a part of driving.”

Another Montana country dweller says, “I always wave even though some of the folks on our dirt road are driving so fast they almost run me off the road. I figure that they might think I'm asking them to slow down and then realize someone is just being friendly...and offering a gesture that means we're all community here, connected by the Earth of the road. My husband and son also wave but they also notice every car that they meet on the highway...even the crowded busy ones. I just realized that comes from the beginnings of driving on a dirt road and waving at whoever passes by.”

Until working on this piece, I didn’t realize how pervasive the wave is. I really did think it a rural Montana thing. But I found an older article in the Christian Science Monitor about it, a friend who grew up in Idaho weighed in and another friend who lives in Southern California  wrote, “People in my beach town still wave in the old neighborhoods of tiny curvy roads, it is kind and friendly.”

So I was charmed all over again, driving back roads in Northern Montana, passing No Trespassing after Private Property, No Trespassing sign and yet on the shared road, waving, briefly connecting, remembering that regardless of worldview or politics, brand new white pick up or battered silver Toyota Corolla, in that moment, we remembered, we are neighbors. 

Jenna CapletteJenna Caplette migrated from California to Montana in the early 1970s, first living on the Crow Indian reservation. A Healing Arts Practitioner, she owns Bozeman BodyTalk & Integrative Healthcare. For relaxation, she reads novels and walks the trails around Bozeman with her four-legged-companion. Oh, and sometimes she manages to sit down and write.

A Run to Remember

By Montana Office of Tourism and Business Development

One family discovers a memorable bonding experience on the slopes of Showdown Montana.

“When you come to Showdown, you got to slow down because it’s like going back in time,” says George Willett, owner of Showdown Montana.  


In Snow Day Traditions, a family’s winter vacation becomes an unforgettable bonding experience in Montana. Taking to the wintry slopes of Showdown, these visitors are treated to an under-the-radar ski adventure while fueling a lust for adventure in Big Sky Country.


“The world is growing,” said mother Crystal Young. “It’s getting a lot harder to find these little secret places.”


As the state’s oldest ski area, Showdown is a family-owned resort that has served up a classic ski experience in an intimate setting for more than 82 years. Showdown is conveniently located south east of Great Falls in the Little Belt Mountains. After an exciting day on the slopes, skiers can take a dip in the natural waters at Spa Hot Springs in White Sulphur Springs, one of the state’s 13 hot springs resorts, just 30 miles away.


Montana’s smaller ski areas and resorts are a great fit for families. Parents can take to the challenging runs along the state’s sprawling mountainsides as children learn from professionals with individual ski lessons. The short lift lines and unmatched prices are an added bonus.


“I think the important thing with kids is just instilling that love for nature and all outdoor activities,” says father Nick Turner. “No better place than Montana to have a lust for adventure.”


This family’s story is just one of the many ways visitors can have a winter adventure on the slopes of Big Sky Country. To learn more about skiing in Montana, check out the skiing and snowboarding page.


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Witty, Gritty Taleteller: A Life of Dorothy M. Johnson

Dorothy M. Johnson, a witty, gritty Western taleteller famous for such books as “The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance,” died Sunday, November 11, 1984, at her home in Missoula’s West Rattlesnake Valley.
 

She was 78 and had suffered from Parkinson’s disease and other illnesses for the final couple of years of her life.  Before her death, the author of “The Hanging Tree,” “The Bloody Bozeman,” “A Man Called Horse,” and many other books, short stories and magazine articles specified that the inscription on her grave marker be “PAID.”
 

“God and I know what it means,” she said in an interview shortly before her death, “and nobody else needs to know.”

 

Born Dec. 19, 1905, in McGregor, Iowa, to Lester E. and Louisa Barlow Johnson, Dorothy Marie Johnson moved to Great Falls, in 1909, and later Whitefish, in 1913. Johnson described her childhood in Whitefish in several lengthy magazine articles.
 

“The raw new town where I grew up – Whitefish, Montana – swarmed with money-hungry children who were willing to do almost anything to make an honest nickel. The trouble was that just about everything you could do was part of your normal chores and you didn’t get paid for it. Like filling the woodbox or lugging in a bucket of water while your mother admonished automatically, “Now don’t hurt your back,” or splitting kindling while she warned, “Now don’t chop your foot.”Or feeding the chickens, carrying out the slop bucket, washing dishes, picking potato bugs and shoveling snow…After I explained gladly about allowances (it was seldom that I knew more about something than my parents did), they got the idea across tactfully that maybe some children in some places received allowances but no such outlandish custom was going to be introduced in Whitefish, anyway not at our house. That was back in the days when parents and children could still communicate with no trouble.”
 

Johnson published several articles about her childhood in Montana The Magazine of Western History. Her nonfiction conveys her love of Montana and her interpretation of the West’s uniqueness. She described Whitefish as a “raw new town,” filled with opportunity credited to the jobs created by the Great Northern Railroad. For the workers attracted to Whitefish, it was “the anteroom of paradise . . . the promised land, flowing with milk and honey. All they had to do to enjoy it was work.”
 

In one of her writings, the diligent, reliable men and women of Whitefish stood out against the “rich people and Eastern dudes” she encountered in Glacier National Park. When she wrote of the social divide she noticed among visitors to the park, she viewed it in terms of an East-West split: “We unrich Westerners were suspicious of the whole lot of them. We looked down on them because we thought they looked down on us. But they didn’t even see us, which made the situation even more irritating. Years later, when I lived in a big Eastern city, I learned not to see strangers. . . . But in the uncrowded West, in my country, it’s bad manners, and on the trail it’s proper to acknowledge the existence of other human beings and say hello.”
 

Reared a widow’s daughter, she graduated from Whitefish High School in 1922 and studied premed at Montana State College in Bozeman before transferring to Montana State University in Missoula. By the time she graduated with a B A. degree in English in 1928, she had already published her first poem.  She was married briefly with the last name of Peterkin.
 

After graduation, she found work as a stenographer in an Okanogan, Washington, department store. After another stenographer position in Menasha, Wisconsin, she spent fifteen years as a magazine editor in New York City at Gregg Publishing Company and Farrell Publishing Corporation.
 

From 1944-50 Johnson also edited a women’s magazine in New York City; she eventually returned to Whitefish where she became news editor of the Whitefish Pilot (1950-1953).
 

In 1953, she returned to the University of Montana as a member of the journalism faculty. She once told students, “One of the perils of going to the university is that you are liable to hear me tell you how to get on a horse three or four times before you graduate. Writers are like students—they sometimes have to learn things they don’t even want to know. Getting on a horse was part of the necessary information I had to learn. ”
 

Harold Guy (H. G.) Merriam, professor emeritus of English at the University of Montana and an American Rhodes scholar, and a major influence in Johnson’s early writing development, later said of her:
 

“She wrote prodigiously — story after story. I felt from the beginning that she had a real talent for them I think the reason for her success was that she kept right at it; she didn’t letup ...”
 

Johnson wrote sixteen books, beginning with “Beulah Bunny Tells All” in 1941 and ending with “All the Buffalo Returning” in 1979. Johnson’s most popular work, “The Man Who Shot Liberty Valence,” is simultaneously a period piece and an eternal tale of payback, love and honor redeemed that climaxes in a shootout. Johnson’s prose is graceful, and while her short stories might be standard, they’re also always transfixing and nuanced, with subtle forms of irony at each turn. Eventually turned into a western movie classic (1962) directed by John Ford, starring John Wayne and James Stewart, this is one of Johnson’s short stories that has endured.
 

In 1959, “The Hanging Tree” too became an unforgettable western movie. Gary Cooper, a fellow Montanan, starred in “The Hanging Tree,” and once gave Miss Johnson a pheasant wishbone which she copper plated and wore as a necklace.


Ultimately, Johnson was a complete and ideal Westerner, and this helped her do extremely well in a literary genre that tended to be dominated with male bylines. Johnson affirmed women’s ability to write Westerns: “After all, men who write about the Frontier West weren’t there either. We all get our historical background material from the same printed sources. An inclination to write about the frontier is not a sex-linked characteristic, like hair on the chest.”
 

Though Johnson never self-identified as a trailblazer or an activist, she was, according to one friend, a “witty, gritty little bobcat of a woman,” and her writings reflect her western strength of mind.
 

Following her death, a memorial service was held in Missoula on Wednesday, November 14, 1984. Her body was cremated and the ashes interred in Whitefish Cemetery next to the grave of her mother.

 

BrianBrian D’Ambrosio is the author of  “Shot in Montana: A History of Big Sky Cinema.” Always on the search for vivid, interesting story ideas and subjects, he may be reached at [email protected]

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