Angela Jamison is a native Montanan and she grew up in beautiful Bozeman. I'm the mother of two girls and write a blog about our life here and taking in the simple pleasures of family and food.

Sweet Pea Festival has long been a beloved Bozeman tradition.  It is one I didn’t experience until later on in my childhood.  My parents weren’t into this type of thing therefore it wasn’t until friends introduced Sweet Pea to me that I realized what it was all about.  They had me at Tater Pit.  I loved everything about it.  Running around with friends without parents because they knew we were mostly contained to Lindley Park.  Not paying much attention to the arts around us, it was more about following around boys in the way 12 year old girls do.     This continued on through high school and it wasn’t until my college years I realized what Sweet Pea was actually about.  The music, the performers and the creativity around us.  It became a place to meet up with old friends and catch up.  When I started my own family it was natural to load the stroller on the first weekend of August and head to the festivities.  Of course, as often is the case with children, this changed things.  No longer the care free running around or closing the festival down at night.  It suddenly felt harder…holding a baby in the heat, waiting in lines for food and wanting to get home before the traffic got bad.  We took a couple years off from Sweet Pea, choosing instead to leave town on this busy weekend and head to the solitude of the mountains with our babies.  Three years ago, the girls at easier ages, we decided it was time to properly introduce them to the Sweet Pea Festival.  However, things had changed again because now there was a new festival in town.

I first heard about SLAM from a friend while at the Sweet Pea parade that year.  As she explained SLAM I instantly felt protective of the long standing festival I had loved since childhood.  I didn’t understand why anyone would try to compete with such a wonderful celebration of the arts.  Because I went in defensive mode I didn’t take the time to find out what it was all about.  I didn’t like it.  Even the name felt harsh and negative…a direct insult to Sweet Pea.  I didn’t bother to find out what S.L.A.M actually stood for.  We said good bye and made our way to Lindley while they headed to Bogert.  We soaked up Sweet Pea with our kids and loved them getting to experience it.  There was chatter amongst festival goers about the other one in town.  Lots of conversations of which was better, people taking sides.  This first year I was definitely Pro-Sweet Pea. 

Year two of SLAM versus Sweet Pea shifted for me.  I learned more about this newer festival and became interested as I found out it was about supporting local artists and musicians.  I realized many of those who were brought to Sweet Pea weren’t local.  I had mixed feelings about this.  As a Montana girl I love the idea of all things local, but also think it’s great that a festival can bring artists from around the world.  I decided it was worth finding out by actual experience.  For the first time we didn’t go to Sweet Pea, but instead made our way to this small festival at Bogert Park.  I was pleasantly surprised by this low-key event.  It was on a smaller scale, but I dug the vibe.  I liked that everyone on stage or selling their goods was from around here and love this community as much as I do.  And as a family on a budget I loved that it was a free event.  Knowing many people who couldn’t afford the pricey wristband prices of Sweet Pea could still come out for this event.  Year two I was definitely Pro-SLAM.

This year was the third year of SLAM.  Having experienced both I found myself torn between the two festivals.  The happy memories from childhood pulling me towards Sweet Pea, but the older version of me knowing SLAM felt more like us.  Always feeling slightly like I was betraying Sweet Pea if we didn’t make an appearance.  Thoughts of doing both as so many do…hopping from one park to the next soaking up all the wonderful things each festival has to offer.  In the end we stuck with SLAM and saw in its third year it has grown yet again and is finding a comfortable position in our communities tradition.  I know Sweet Pea will be in our future again and I will always hold it close to my heart.  No longer does it feel as if they are completing against one another, but rather complementing each other in our ever growing town.  And this is a wonderful thing indeed. 

Lacey Middlestead is a Montana native and freelance writer currently living in Helena, Mont. She loves meeting new people and helping share their stories. When she’s not busy writing articles for newspapers like the Independent Record and Helena Vigilante, she can usually be found indulging in her second greatest passion–playing in the Montana wilderness. She loves skiing and snowmobiling in the winter and four wheeling, hiking, boating, and riding dirt bikes in the summer.

A few weeks ago my fiancé, Andy, and I attended a wedding at BruMar Estates near Big Fork. It was a gorgeous Montana wedding complete with kettle corn, huckleberry layered cake and glittery mason jars filled with baby’s breath. As much as I enjoyed myself, I found myself wanting to flee the wedding early to return to the little bed and breakfast we made reservations to stay at that night.

When Andy and first looked at places to stay for the wedding, we decided we didn’t want to make the late-night drive into either Big Fork or Kalispell after the festivities concluded. Then Andy called me one day to say he’d found a cute little bed and breakfast in the Swan Lake area. I was skeptical of the idea at first and worried that it would end up being a bunch of little shacks in the woods with no running water or electricity. I didn’t particularly feel like trying to doll myself up for an elegant affair in such conditions. But he was so adamant that it looked like a nice place to stay that I agreed to him booking the reservation.

A few weeks later we found ourselves driving through the Swan River Valley looking for the Laughing Horse Lodge. We pulled up to a two-story log building that was the main lodge. There was a whiteboard leaned up on the front steps that had all of that day’s guests listed on it for self-check in. We found our names listed next to our room number and then pulled the car around back to find our room.

We walked through a small garden area to get to our rooms. Tables and chairs were set up throughout for lounging and socializing with other guests during the day. The owner’s three golden retrievers lay sprawled out in the sunshine. They were so comfy that even the arrival of new faces to the lodge couldn’t rouse them. When we opened the door to our room, we were greeted by two log beds covered in colorful heart embroidered quilts. The wood floors and walls shone with a caramel hue and western themed photos adorned the walls. A narrow bookshelf hung on the wall between the two beds with a selection of books, including the complete works of William Shakespeare, to peruse. It was the perfect cabin abode.

The morning after the wedding, Andy and I headed over to the main lodge building for the complimentary breakfast offered.  We were both shocked and delighted to walk inside and be greeted by a cheerful “good morning” from the owner’s cockatoo perched on a limb. We sat down at the table and picked up a menu to see what our options were. There were three tempting delicacies to choose from but Andy and I settled on the peach and huckleberry pancakes that came with your choice of eggs  and either sausage links or bacon. Let’s just say I was in sheer heaven!

I can’t begin to count how many times in my life I’ve so carelessly driven past the Laughing Horse Lodge without giving it a second glance. We only spent one night there, but I was truly grateful Andy discovered this little treasure in the Swan. What it lacked in cable television it made up for in furry and feathery roommates, delicious food, and a rustic coziness that warms your soul.

Aware of an incident just two days earlier where a Texas man shot and likely wounded a bear that he said charged him in Glacier National Park, Kalispell photographer Philip Granrud carefully chose the picture he posted on social media this week.

It shows a separate grizzly-human encounter he – and dozens of other people – witnessed near Logan Pass Monday evening.

The picture is plenty dramatic.

In a frame that otherwise shows mostly sheer cliffs, you can make out a grizzly walking on the park’s Highline Trail at the trail’s most precarious spot, where rock walls shoot dizzyingly above on one side, and fall almost straight down on the other for about a quarter-mile stretch.

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Standing on the edge of the Yellowstone River, I watched the clear sparkling water flow by with a steady roar. Taking it all in and gazing up the canyon, my stomach churned along with the rapids, and my heart raced in anticipation of the whitewater float ahead.

The town above was bustling as summer river season kicked into high gear. It was a hot Sunday in late July, and Gardiner's rafting companies were running full-tilt, shuttling guests and gear along its banks.

At the river's edge, I asked a group of boaters if they had floated this section recently. A woman in the group replied, "No, but it sure looks fun." We traded well wishes and smiles as they pushed off and entered the Gardiner Town Stretch - a whitewater wave-train about two river miles long. Within minutes, the group of three kayakers floated under a bridge a quarter mile away and disappeared around the bend.

"The Town Stretch is mostly class I and II rapids," said Steve Bierle, owner of Flying Pig Adventure Co. "It's running prime time right now and you'll get good roller coaster waves and big splashes. It's especially fun for families."

From high-water in late-May to easier conditions in July through September, floating the Town Stretch is a thrill, no matter the season. This year's ample snowpack and peak runoff in late May-early June gave the Flying Pig guides the chance to train in high-water conditions and, "were 100 percent dialed in before the main client season," said Bierle.

Generally, boaters take a half-day float from Gardiner to Brogan's Landing access site. In high water, this eight-mile float can be done in about an hour. Later in the season, it can take more than 2 hours, depending on scenic stops. By July and August, kids can hop in the river and swim with the raft and play in the calm water stretches. Those looking for more adventure can take an 18-mile trip and paddle through Yankee Jim Canyon - an area that holds the biggest waves on the river and is rated up to class lV during peak flows.

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