Yesterday I went to Milk River Ridge which is tucked between the western slope of the most southern Canadian rockies, and the border with the Montana. This ridge escaped glaciation with the last ice age. We have always had abstract-y watercolours of the ridge in the house where I grew up, and often heard the stories of varied hunts up on the ridge. It was the most open of land I have ever experienced. More to follow, and impressions and thoughts will take time to simmer.