REI scretch & dent sale at Missoula, MT
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Wow...I have been on here for sometime (I'm a lurker, mostly) and this is the first hot deal even close to my neighborhood. Thanks. 
if u'r really interested in the outdoors, make sure you reach REI early enough. The good stuff goes away pretty fast.
Missoula, MT
I heard they bring the lawn chairs out sunday afternoons to the train station. Sometimes a stranger leaves the train. That is enough news for a month of sundays. Most often the newcomers are from Idaho.
I heard they bring the lawn chairs out sunday afternoons to the train station. Sometimes a stranger leaves the train. That is enough news for a month of sundays. Most often the newcomers are from Idaho.
I was there over the 4th of July weekend. I flew into Spokane, drove to Couer d' Alene, over Thompson Pass, into Thompson Falls and finally to Missoula. I was told that the last person to visit from California was 1953 when the circus rolled in and the clown who originally hailed from San Diego was eaten by a bear. The circus members were so grief stricken they vowed never to go back to Missoula again. At the only restaurant in town (doubles as the casino and local watering hole) they are still talking about the poor man.
No, most of the DAMN newcomers are from California. Damn prissies don't know how to work the land, buy up ranches and don't work them, think it is oh so beautiful until winter comes and then they bitch endlessly, buy land right next to BLM of Forest Service land and then don't allow people access to the FS/BLM land, and the list goes on and on and on. :|:|
Man, are you wrong. I travel for a living, gone about 20 days a month to all corners of the planet. Istanbul to Hawaii to Rio to Moscow to NY to Guatemala... and one of my favorite places in the world is Missoula. Good Ski hill, excellent brewery (Bayern may be the finest in all the land), good live music, a fine used book store, and the creativity and engagement and hotness of any University town. Don't be fooled by the towns name, it is always a pleasure to drop in to Missoula. :thumbsup:
Garion
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Hey now! I was born and raised in Missoula! It has *two* resturants, and only one of them is a casino -the other is part of the post office.
That being said, Missoula is a great place, as Klingsor mentioned. Probably a lot larger than you would imagine at 60,000+ people. Yeah, it's no New York, but it's a pretty big town for that part of the world. If you're a sportsman, it's heaven.
- G
That being said, Missoula is a great place, as Klingsor mentioned. Probably a lot larger than you would imagine at 60,000+ people. Yeah, it's no New York, but it's a pretty big town for that part of the world. If you're a sportsman, it's heaven.
- G
Same here, and it is a hell of alot bigger than Hamilton is.
Although in Hamilton we never got the winter inversion layer like Missoula gets.At the Mangy Moose in Hamilton there is whispers of descendents of Marcus Daly (founder of Hamilton). Several married into the local Blackfeet tribe. Daly was a pagan mystic man. No one names them but are feared. On Summer Solstice they paint themselves running naked and beating drums into the oldest part of the forest. There are stories of unmentionable acts.
What's the deal with this guy?
By the way, if you compare just the city populations...
Missoula, MT = 57,053
Walnut, CA (home of doinmybestatlast) = 30,004
I know Walnut is in SoCal (and pretty close to LA), but I'm just saying, Missoula is the more populated city of the two. If you are going to talk, at least come from a city that has more people.
Lol, I don't know, but I find it kind of amusing. I don't think he's trying to be negative about the places, just adding a little flare. Sounds like he was born to be a storyteller lol, cause every post reminds me of the start of a book.
What is the deal doin? Do you have a blog with equally odd comments on other random places or were you just inspired by Missoula?
Hamilton, MT - population 4,059
Headline in Hamilton
Bear encounter puts wilderness into perspective
The Ravalli Republic News, Hamilton, MT
It was a Fourth-of-July weekend - hot, with just a hint of thunderclouds building in the skies above the canyon.
I had just spent my morning naturalizing campsites along a stream. My hands were dirty from moving charred pieces of wood and digging holes to bury human waste. Oh, the glory of working as a wilderness ranger in the Frank Church-River of No Return Wilderness.
I was in the Frank for four days and had seen two human beings, a couple on horseback seven miles from the nearest road. My only communication was with the black lab that followed me on the trail and the twice-daily calls into the Middle Fork Ranger Station.
My job description included patrolling the backcountry, which really meant cleaning up messes left by people and rehabilitating areas that were made less wild by human impact - to preserve the natural conditions of wilderness, "where man himself is a visitor who does not remain."
This was my Independence Day. I was free from modern constraints like telephones, televisions and automobiles.
I had set up camp at the edge of a meadow and traveled with a light load for the day - my dog carrying all of the food and water for the day, and I with a Pulaski, gloves and a bag for collecting garbage or knapweed.
Heading back to camp, I was looking forward to washing my hands and face. My dog veered from his ground-to-the-nose trot and stepped behind me forcefully as his dog pack pushed me one step off the trail. Approaching, I didn't see the bright yellow tent that looked like a space ship. Itself, a trespass of wilderness because of its modern design of plastics and obnoxious color that had no place being on the wilderness horizon.
When I reached my camp, or what was left of it, it looked like an oversized piñata had broken near the tops of the ponderosa pine in the area. The tent was shredded, and the stuff that had been inside the tent was strewn all about the meadow. I started picking up my things and noticed almost every object had bite marks. My dog frantically sniffed everything.
A bear had been there during the day while I was out. How long ago? Was he still around lurking in the shadows?
I looked for my camera to document the fact that a bear tore up my camp. When I found the small nylon pouch, I pulled out the Forest Service issued camera. Though it didn't look too damaged, it had a couple of well-placed tooth marks rendering it inoperable. So I didn't have anything but shredded nylon and a vivid image to share with others.
All the evidence pointed to a bear discovering and then destroying my equipment. As I sifted through my stuff, I wondered about the bear: What prompted him to tear up my camp? Was he irritated at finding me camped in a favorite spot of his; was he disappointed in the number of whitebark nuts available this year; was he having a bad day; had he developed a bad habit of connecting people with food?
This bear had evidently put everything reachable in my camp in his mouth: foam sleeping pad, water battle, camera, book. Though I had camped near this spot several times during the summer, I hadn't seen any sign of bears.
It was then I became profoundly connected to wilderness. I was the visitor, perhaps an unwelcome one in the largest wilderness in the lower 48 states.
Wilderness is supposed to be apart from our control. Things happen out there, and there is always an element of risk. Risk is a part of freedom and is lost in seemingly innocent ways. There is an almost insidious movement toward reducing that risk, but wilderness is wild because we recognize the value of freedom, beauty and risk.
While wilderness is a human construction - it exists in the minds of humans - it is truly a special place because of preservation and the ethics that surround that human concept. It is a place of humility, a lesson I learn every time I venture past the wilderness boundary. Wilderness teaches us humility, both as individuals and as a species. The challenge of wilderness is not controlling the wild, but controlling that which diminishes the wild.
I'm grateful that that bear was there that day and for his apparent unruly mood. For I had the fortune and freedom to experience wilderness in its essence.
Headline in Hamilton
Bear encounter puts wilderness into perspective
The Ravalli Republic News, Hamilton, MT
It was a Fourth-of-July weekend - hot, with just a hint of thunderclouds building in the skies above the canyon.
I had just spent my morning naturalizing campsites along a stream. My hands were dirty from moving charred pieces of wood and digging holes to bury human waste. Oh, the glory of working as a wilderness ranger in the Frank Church-River of No Return Wilderness.
I was in the Frank for four days and had seen two human beings, a couple on horseback seven miles from the nearest road. My only communication was with the black lab that followed me on the trail and the twice-daily calls into the Middle Fork Ranger Station.
My job description included patrolling the backcountry, which really meant cleaning up messes left by people and rehabilitating areas that were made less wild by human impact - to preserve the natural conditions of wilderness, "where man himself is a visitor who does not remain."
This was my Independence Day. I was free from modern constraints like telephones, televisions and automobiles.
I had set up camp at the edge of a meadow and traveled with a light load for the day - my dog carrying all of the food and water for the day, and I with a Pulaski, gloves and a bag for collecting garbage or knapweed.
Heading back to camp, I was looking forward to washing my hands and face. My dog veered from his ground-to-the-nose trot and stepped behind me forcefully as his dog pack pushed me one step off the trail. Approaching, I didn't see the bright yellow tent that looked like a space ship. Itself, a trespass of wilderness because of its modern design of plastics and obnoxious color that had no place being on the wilderness horizon.
When I reached my camp, or what was left of it, it looked like an oversized piñata had broken near the tops of the ponderosa pine in the area. The tent was shredded, and the stuff that had been inside the tent was strewn all about the meadow. I started picking up my things and noticed almost every object had bite marks. My dog frantically sniffed everything.
A bear had been there during the day while I was out. How long ago? Was he still around lurking in the shadows?
I looked for my camera to document the fact that a bear tore up my camp. When I found the small nylon pouch, I pulled out the Forest Service issued camera. Though it didn't look too damaged, it had a couple of well-placed tooth marks rendering it inoperable. So I didn't have anything but shredded nylon and a vivid image to share with others.
All the evidence pointed to a bear discovering and then destroying my equipment. As I sifted through my stuff, I wondered about the bear: What prompted him to tear up my camp? Was he irritated at finding me camped in a favorite spot of his; was he disappointed in the number of whitebark nuts available this year; was he having a bad day; had he developed a bad habit of connecting people with food?
This bear had evidently put everything reachable in my camp in his mouth: foam sleeping pad, water battle, camera, book. Though I had camped near this spot several times during the summer, I hadn't seen any sign of bears.
It was then I became profoundly connected to wilderness. I was the visitor, perhaps an unwelcome one in the largest wilderness in the lower 48 states.
Wilderness is supposed to be apart from our control. Things happen out there, and there is always an element of risk. Risk is a part of freedom and is lost in seemingly innocent ways. There is an almost insidious movement toward reducing that risk, but wilderness is wild because we recognize the value of freedom, beauty and risk.
While wilderness is a human construction - it exists in the minds of humans - it is truly a special place because of preservation and the ethics that surround that human concept. It is a place of humility, a lesson I learn every time I venture past the wilderness boundary. Wilderness teaches us humility, both as individuals and as a species. The challenge of wilderness is not controlling the wild, but controlling that which diminishes the wild.
I'm grateful that that bear was there that day and for his apparent unruly mood. For I had the fortune and freedom to experience wilderness in its essence.
weirdichi
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Wow.. never knew there were Missoula, MT people on here!! I grew up in Missoula. It was great to grow up in, but now that I've had a taste of the bigger cities, I wouldn't go back there, not even to retire. Don't get me wrong, it's a beautiful place and the University of Montana is as beautiful, but the city life has just grown on me. If you do pass by Missoula, you HAVE to go to STAGGERING OX in the Tremper Shopping Center near Malfunction Junction. Damn I miss those sandwiches!
Staggering Ox (yes, the design sucks, but the sandwiches are the best!
Staggering Ox (yes, the design sucks, but the sandwiches are the best!
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