I am writing this in the Istanbul airport on my smartphone, still waiting 15 more hours to fly to Chicago, where I will spend another 15 hours waiting to get to Bozeman.
Sparks flew from my ice axe as I attempted to swing into a thicker patch of ice on the climb. To my dismay, swinging the tool harder did not, in fact, make it stick in the ice.
We were 12 hours into our day when the sun was starting to set. Lost, stuck above a cliff that wasn’t on the map, my climbing partner and I were getting scared.
When president and co-founder of Backcountry Squatters, Kit Kocha, got to campus, she was eager to explore all that Bozeman and the surrounding area had to offer.