In 1964 Annick Smith came to Montana with her husband Dave and their boys. In a fertile valley where meadows tip downward toward the Big Blackfoot River, they found what they had dreamed of: 163 acres of ranch land with a view of creek, hills, and the Rattlesnake Mountains. The Montana of which Annick Smith writes in this spirited and generous book is the not-so-distant West of outlaws and pioneers, Indians and soldiers, range inspectors and cattle thieves.
Smith writes of her friendship with Norman Maclean, who memorialized the Big Blackfoot in A River Runs Through It, and she eloquently makes the case for preserving the fragile wild environments that are our sacred places.
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Review: HomesteadUser Review - Chris - Goodreads
Because I live in and love Montana, as does the author, this book gets 5 stars. Her lovely, poetic words do justice to the magic of living in a place full of beauty. Read full review
Review: HomesteadUser Review - Richard - Goodreads
Essays about a grown up hippie emigre of Hungarian Jewish descent from Chicago and her new found life in Montana that may be interesting if the names Dick Hugo and William Kittredge are familiar otherwise not so much. Read full review