Over Labor Day weekend, Rena, Katie and I went camping along Pettengill Creek in the Beaverhead National Forest outside of Butte. The creek is named for George Pettengill, whose grave is nearby. Pettengill is alleged to have been a “fugitive from a love gone sour” and to have spent the last 40 years of his life living in the woods, his only friends the horses he fed by hand. He was nicknamed the “wild man of the mountains” and was an antisocial, but admired bachelor homesteader who lived in these mountains and wandered the woods along this creek in the late 1800s.
Sublime, Thomas…Glad you all got out together 🙂
Sublime. I love that word. Thanks so much, minorcatastrophes.com! Is that a word you use often on your blog?