Went on a hike this morning, it was bitter cold 14 degrees. Headed south along the river and climbed out on a bluff. Looked down on the river with ice floes crashing into each other, a few ducks were swiming in the eddies. Found myself thinking about Lon and the outdoors. Everytime I am outdoors alone anymore I seem to think of Montana and our God man. I wish you the best Lon. I hope that God has many more days planned for you, trails to walk and old bucks to chase. Never, never, never give up!
Darrel.
