The closest thing I have found to an ocean out here in Montana, is Flathead Lake. Unlike the endless horizon I was accustomed to back in New Jersey, the eastern shoreline is flanked by the Mission Mountain range.

So much can change in just 52 weeks!

Here you have a photograph that sums up my very long drive through the Peace Garden State of North Dakota. Oh yeah, that doing uncomfortable things, turns out it’s true after-all.

When people ask me where I'm from, I normally say the Jersey shore. The reaction I get is, "you don't look like the Jersey Shore!" Newsflash, those people don't represent where I originally come from.

Looking back, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't being stupid trying to capture this sunset over the lake photograph, but I felt close enough to safety, that I went for it anyways.

Ten minutes from where I reside, Ousel falls splashes down. It took me a little over a year to go there and finally visit. She roared in anger, as recent rainfall and melting snowpack took hold of the Gallatin River. I watched over the previous days, as the Gallatin rose to near record heights. Little did I know that just about 2 hours to the southeast, the Yellowstone River was also rising to an unprecedented level.