Beneath a thick canopy of conifers in the mountains of southwestern Montana sits a 100-year-old loggers cabin that began its life in neighbouring Idaho. Deconstructed log by log, it was brought across the state line into Montana in 2025, and meticulously reassembled high above the town of Big Sky.
Sitting outside it under a luminous night sky, roasting marshmallows over a campfire while keeping an eye on the red fox that was circling me, I was in a reflective mood. It was late autumn, and you could already feel the promise of winter. The quaking Aspens and paper birches had all but shed their leaves, and in a few weeks you just knew that everything here would be a whole lot, well, whiter.
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