I created this journal for my friends who only visit the Madison Valley of Montana in the summer and ask me the question, "What are the winters like?"
I hope you enjoy my photos and comments as I share my Montana moments this year. Perhaps it will give you a peek into what it is truly like to live here full time.
Welcome to my world.
We experienced a lot of weather changes this week.
In the early part of the week temperatures dipped to eighteen below at night and reached six degrees for a daily high.
South winds brought a warming trend and temperatures rose above normal for this time of year. They changed to the teens and twenties at night and in the thirties during the day. I especially enjoyed the day it reached forty degrees.
In spite of the wind Ken and I managed to get a couple of short walks in but that changed as the winds gained strength.
We continue to enjoy daily visits from our winter residents, the birds and deer. Here is a fine looking fellow who stopped long enough to pose for Ken.
I had no idea people fished on top of frozen Ennis Lake in the winter until Ken and I took a drive around the lake last year. Ken was driving around the lake earlier this month when he stopped to talk to a group of ice fishermen.
The men said they come down regularly from Bozeman. A children’s snow sled becomes their pack animal as they set up their campsite on the ice. The ice is from eighteen to twenty inches thick. A pop up tent provides a little shelter.
Wiping his nose one gentleman said, “ It would be really pleasant today if it were not for the breeze.” A ten-degree temperature becomes quite nippy when the wind blows like it was that day.
Photo by Ken W. Hall, title: Ice Fishermen January 2009
I visited Eight Mile fishing access this week to see what was happening with the river. The rushing water had carved this ice shelf that must be at least five feet high. It is located at the boat ramp.
It was seven degrees yesterday morning and the high was in the twenties. A new snow storm is expected today.
The few days last week that were like spring weather caused us to long for spring. But, winter is letting us know it is not over yet.
It was in the teens Sunday morning as I stood by the river admiring what resembled sparkling diamonds. The sun shown brightly as it peeked through the clouds revealing the promise of some clear blue sky.
In the distance I could hear the rushing sound of the water that managed to make its way to the surface still surrounded by frozen ice. The occasional popping and cracking sound of the ice provided a unique accompaniment to the never-ending song of the moving river.
My attention was diverted by the sound of the beating wings of a magpie as it flew past my shoulder.
Saturday I returned to Burnt Tree fishing access to see how much more of the river had melted. To my surprise the path that was so perfectly carved a few days earlier was completely gone. Here is a glimpse of what I found.
I never cease to be amazed at the changes in the Madison River in winter.