Tomorrow at this time, I'll be on a plane heading toward Big Sky, or possibly in an airport in Minneapolis waiting for that plane, as part of my work trip.
I can hardly contain my excitement.
On the other hand, I am angry that there is a Big Sky for me to go to for work. This resort nestled beneath Lost Mountain (I cannot make this stuff up!) is a sickening oasis for wealthy white people for whom wilderness is not enough. In Big Sky we find golf courses, and ski slopes, gondolas, and hot saunas. There's even something there called a mall. I can pay to ride the gondola up the mountain and then rent a mountain bike down the mountain, contributing to the erosion of what I expect will be a beautiful 11,000 foot mountain. Somehow in the Yellowstone ecosystem, there is this mess of a place that gives rise to my ability to be there.