• Eat-while-you-pick is a legitimate huckleberry picking strategy. Photo by Aaron Theisen

    Berry lovers find paradise in ‘Huckleberry Capitol of the Montana’

    Story and photos by Aaron Theisen

    In western Montana, where a relatively short history of permanent human settlement combined with long distances between settlers has somewhat slowed the development of cultural institutions, one tiny fruit has served as a common currency: the huckleberry. Native American tribes that inhabited the region prized the huckleberry harvest as an opportunity to visit relatives and interact with members of other tribes.

    European settlers quickly realized the social as well as nutritional benefits of the berries, too, and picking picnics often turned into courting grounds.

    • Scroll down to find a set of huckleberry recipes

    Often, huckleberry camps high in the mountains represented the bulk of the interaction between the Native Americans and white settlers. Come mid-summer in western Montana, much as it’s done for thousands of years, the huckleberry – which itself has resisted domestication – continues to cultivate a sense of community.

    Friends and strangers can discuss the huckleberry forecast or their latest haul – if not their favored picking spot.

    Communities throughout the region celebrate the strong pull of the purple berry with festivals.

    But it’s in western Montana’s Cabinet Mountains, a lightly inhabited region of rugged ridgelines, expansive wildflower meadows and steep, glacier-gouged basins of beargrass and bighorn sheep, that the huckleberry has attained mystical status.

    Here, tucked between the slow-moving waters of the Clark Fork River and the Cabinet Mountains, tiny Trout Creek bills itself as the “Huckleberry Capitol of Montana.”


    Huckleberry crumb cake. Photo by Linda Thompson

    Huckleberry recipes 

    Gluten free huckleberry muffin 

    Huckleberry crumb cake

    Rustic huckleberry tart

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  • Albert Silva, and Lise Rousseau Silva, right, own Fat Robin Orchard and Farm near Polson. Photo by Jessica Lowry

    Savoring Summer: Our pick-your-own picks


    Story and photos by Jessica Lowry

    It is a luminous, neon-blue June morning as sunlight spills across the low rows of strawberries at Red Hen Farm. Marked by a large red barn, these 10 lush acres at the edge of Missoula in Western Montana has become a produce-picking destination for families, cooks and fruit-lovers alike.

    Visitors to the farm won’t find anything particularly fancy.

    On one side of the two-lane road leading to the farm is an open field for public picking. On the other side sits the family residence and a table with a small, metal scale where you can pay for your handpicked treasure by the pound.

    What sends droves of locals and tourists to visit each summer?

    That first, exquisite bite of freshly picked fruit.

    At Red Hen Farm there are 18 different kinds of strawberries to keep you hunting for just the right one.

    Greg Peters, 42, and his wife Julie Engh Peters, 37, have run the pick-your-own portion of their farm for the past four years.

    “Our typical year produces 8,000 pounds of strawberries,” Greg said.

    With Lolo Peak as a backdrop, it doesn’t get much more picturesque.
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  • Ivan O'Neill is one of the founding members of the Over the Hill Gang. Photo by Beck Lomax

    Glacier’s longest-running hiking crew forms close bond with park

    Story and photos by Becky Lomax

    On a gray drippy day, a group of 16 Flathead Valley hikers, ages 60 to mid-80, eyeball the pouring rain.

    Inside their restaurant meeting place on the west side of Glacier National Park, no one looks at a menu to order breakfast.

    The waitress, greeting the regulars by name, asks, “You want the usual?”

    One member quips, “With the rain, maybe we should stick around for lunch.”

    But weather does not deter these weekly hikers. Not rain, snow or single-digit temperatures.

    Every Thursday, nearly year round, the Over the Hill Gang meets at the Glacier Grill in Coram.

    After breakfast, they depart to multiple trailheads – some to lung-busting, seldom-visited peaks, and others to worn paths where every red mudstone and gnarled sub-alpine fir is a familiar friend.

    It was 1976 when five men in their 60s launched the Over the Hill Gang.

    Since then, the gang has grown, evolved with new faces, and garnered the reputation as the longest running hiking group in Glacier. The big adventurers have climbed to hidden lakes, bushwhacked cross-country routes, and summited crags, often returning after dark.

    For hikers that could have bragging rights as giant as the roster of peaks they’ve climbed, they ditched egos years ago behind some clump of beargrass in favor of camaraderie.

    Glacier’s Over the Hill Gang

    Year Established: 1976

    Headquarters: Glacier Grill, Coram

    Membership dues: $0

    Hiking day: every Thursday, year-round

    Attendance: approximately 30, for peak summer hikes

    They have forged an emotional bond with the park, their decades lending an intimate perspective of the changes Glacier is undergoing.


    As some of the original Over the Hill Gang members faced the challenges of aging, the club began splitting into two or more hiking groups each week: one still tackles 20-mile hikes that include off-trail adventures and summits, while the other group walks fewer miles on trails.

    Many of the gang’s early members, now in their 80s, hike in the latter. They joke about which group is the “A” team and which is the “B” team. But despite miles versus summits on the day’s docket, clear deference to the older hiking group leaves little question of who’s on the “A” team.

    “Our trips have gotten shorter, and I’m through with counting peaks,” said 86-year-old Ivan O’Neil, the only one of the original five still hiking with the gang.

    He’s summited about 120 peaks, many with the gang, and credits the group for bringing balance to his life at a time when he worked six days a week.

    Despite his age, O’Neil has several more years to catch up with two early members who hiked into their 90s.

    The gang rose to local legends when journalist George Ostrom joined the weekly treks. He hyped their escapades on the radio and in two books.

    As the gang gained distinction, it grew in numbers.

    But there’s no president of this club. No bylaws. No membership dues. In fact, if you ask what’s on the agenda for hiking that day, you’ll most likely get a vague, “Well, I don’t know,” or a joke. If strangers show up, they’ll invite them to hike, too.

    While longevity on the trail is a hallmark of the gang, younger seniors now fill the ranks, and newcomers join annually. Numbers of participants shrink in winter for snowshoeing and cross-country skiing, but swell during summer to around 30.

    Roger Wolfshorndel linked up with the gang four summers ago. He credits the camaraderie with helping him change his lifestyle back into healthier patterns, like when he used to hike frequently during his five summers at Swiftcurrent Motor Inn.

    Women have joined the hiking club, too.

    Greta Kiremidjian hikes weekly with the older group.

    “They’re the best group to hike with. They are so intelligent,” she said, referring to members who are retirees from law, business and medicine, plus one nuclear physicist.

    On Thursday mornings by the time breakfast is finished, usually two or more destination are on the agenda.

    No one consults a guidebook or map. Trail stats are in the octogenarian heads, and they can describe remote nooks of the park.

    With the drizzle, the older group opts for Rockwell Falls in Two Medicine, acting on old park lore that less rain might be falling on the east side.



    At the trailhead in Two Medicine, O’Neil, Wolfshorndel, Kiremidjian and three others bundle in rain gear.

    O’Neil, who is legally blind from macular degeneration, uses poles for balance, but plods up the trail at a steady gait that would outpace many younger hikers. The Paradise Creek swinging bridge that would stop some 80-year-olds poses minimal challenge for the three hikers familiar with how to balance while stepping across the jiggling span.

    At Rockwell Falls, O’Neil pulls out an iPad to snap a photo of the tumbling water, the large screen aiding his eyesight. Its use contrasts with the film cameras that used to document Over the Hill Gang trips.

    Even professional photographer Robert Zavadil, who climbs higher up the falls to capture a better angle, has traded in his big, heavy camera and lenses for a small digital model.

    Yearly, the oldsters still tackle their favorite trails: Iceberg Lake, Ptarmigan Tunnel and the Highline. For 20 summers, the gang aided the park service in opening the Highline Trail.

    They shoveled tread paths across the steep snowfields from Logan Pass to Granite Park Chalet. They also cleared winter debris and fallen trees from other trails.

    But after 2011, the park service nixed the volunteer efforts.

    “The park got worried about these old guys with chain saws clearing out windfall,” cracks Zavadil.

    The years of tromping Glacier’s backcountry gives the older gang members an intimate historical perspective.

    Over the decades, they’ve seen substantial changes in the park.

    “We used to have the park to ourselves,” O’Neil said.

    But last summer, he recalls passing 250 people on the way out from Avalanche Lake. He also notes several off-trail traverses that show human impacts.

    In Swiftcurrent, so many hikers have explored Shangri-La and the Snow Moon and Falling Leaf Lakes that now eroded paths mark the routes.

    “For so long, I never realized how many tourists were in the park because we’d often get off the trail after dark,” Zavadil adds.



    These aren’t simply old codgers whining about the good old days.

    The National Park Service recorded 2.3 million Glacier visitors in 2014, a record-breaking year, and is examining management strategies for crammed parking lots and crowded trails on the Going-to-the-Sun Road corridor.

    In addition to melting glaciers, the gang has noticed more subtle alterations in the landscape.

    “There used to be fewer trees. More areas now are covered by forest,” Zavadil said. Wolfshorndel adds, “From the Iceberg Lake Trail, you used to see Red Rock Lake. Now you can’t.”

    Science corroborates their gut impressions with climate models and repeat photography from the Northern Rocky Mountain Science Center showing forests encroaching on alpine meadows.

    As the gang hikes back from Rockwell Falls, Zavadil dives off the trail into the forest to photograph a wood nymph flower.

    “I’ve been looking for it for 23 years,” he beams.

    That sense of discovery, even after decades of hiking the same trails, epitomizes what the gang is all about.

    The oldsters, rather than lament their inability to do the grueling climbs of earlier decades, they still revel in their love of Glacier.

    No matter how the landscape itself or the faces of the Over the Hill Gang change, the core hiking crew keeps plodding on with a perennial sense of exploration.

    No egos. Just camaraderie.

    Becky Lomax is a longtime Montana Magazine contributor. She writes from Whitefish.

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  • Malmstrom Air Force Base Museum director Curt Shannon  shows off the museum. Photo by Tom Bauer

    Treasure State Hidden Gem: Malmstrom Air Force Base Museum

    By Vince Devlin

    Photos by Tom Bauer

    It would take more than a day to hit all the museums in Great Falls, but it would be time well spent.

    No visit to the Electric City, of course, is complete without taking in the C.M. Russell Museum, where you can explore the paintings, sketches and sculptures by one of Montana’s favorite sons and one of America’s greatest Western artists, and visit Charlie Russell’s home and log-cabin studio as well.

    There is also the Lewis and Clark National Historic Trail Interpretive Center, considered one of the finest of its kind in the nation by many Lewis and Clark buffs. The Great Falls Museums Consortium can also direct you to the Montana Museum of Railroad History, the Children’s Museum of Montana or the First Peoples Buffalo Jump State Park, to name just half of the consortium members.

    • Read more about the Electric City here

    In all the varied choices, don’t let this one escape your attention: It’s the Malmstrom Air Force Base Museum and Air Park.

    It’s really quite fascinating, especially if you let a museum staff member show you around.

    Malmstrom is a U.S. Air Force base without an airplane, control tower or flying mission. There are, however, helicopters at the base that patrol almost 14,000 square miles of the central Montana prairie.

    That’s where 150 Minuteman III missiles and their nuclear warheads, capable of traveling 15,000 mph, are buried. Malmstrom is home to the 341st Missile Wing of the Air Force Global Strike Command.

    At the museum you’ll learn all about the missiles and the Cold War that brought them to Montana. The original concept, interestingly, was to place the missiles on train cars, not underground, and have them constantly on the move. The idea was that a moving target would be a more difficult target for America’s enemies.

    Malmstrom may lack airplanes today, but that wasn’t always the case.

    Established during World War II, the base helped shuttle almost 8,000 aircraft to Fairbanks, Alaska, from 1942-45. Sometimes they carried supplies, and other times it was the planes themselves that were bound for our WWII ally, the Soviet Union.

    • See more photos from across Great Falls here 

    At the air park outside the museum you can see several of the planes that did call Malmstrom home when the base had flying missions during its first half-century, including a KC-97 stratotanker, an F-84F Thunderstreak fighter bomber, an EB-47B Canberra tactical bomber used for electronic reconnaissance and radar-jamming, not to mention an LGM-30G Minuteman Missile that gives the base its purpose today.

    Malmstrom Museum Tip Sheet

    The appeal

    Anyone with an interest in military history in general, and the U.S. Air Force in particular, will enjoy the Malmstrom Museum. But an interest in history or technology, period, will make it a worthwhile stop, and kids will like both the roomful of shelves filled with models of aircraft the U.S. military has used – from WWI biplanes to the stealth bomber and Air Force One – to the real things outside the museum in the air park.

    How to see it

    You’re free to wander the museum on your own and read about the exhibits. But we highly recommend asking if a museum staffer is available to give you a tour. You’ll learn lots more than is printed on the displays, and find your visit is far more informative and interesting.


    Seeing the museum won’t cost you any money, just a little time – there’ll be some paperwork involved, seeing as you’re being admitted onto an active military base. They’ll help you at the Malmstrom Visitor Center at the 2nd Avenue North gate.


    The museum is open Monday through Friday from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. If you have questions, call 731-2705.

    Vince Devlin is a frequent Montana Magazine contributor. He writes from Polson.

  • It’s movie star season in Montana


    Leonardo DiCaprio looked the part of a Missoulian at Caras Park on Sunday. Courtesy photo

    Missoulians – especially those at the MADE Fair in downtown Caras Park – were excited by a couple of mega movie star sightings last weekend when Leonardo DiCaprio and Tobey Maguire  were spotted shopping at the craft fair and buying coffee at a local shop.

    The Missoulian’s David Erickson has the story: 

    Chase Taylor might be one of the only people in the world who has talked with Leonardo DiCaprio – arguably one of the most famous celebrities on the planet – without having any idea who he was.

    Taylor spent Sunday at Caras Park helping his wife Paisley with her baby clothing business, Paisley Designs, at the Missoula MADE Fair, an alternative arts and crafts market featuring local artists.

    A bearded man walked by, and Taylor did what any good salesman would do. He called him over to check out the baby clothes.

    “My wife was out of the booth breast-feeding our son,” Taylor recalled. “Leo wasn’t interested in buying my wife’s clothes, but I pulled him in and talked to him. I was one of the very few people that got him to go into a booth. He was a very nice guy. It was a very brief conversation, and I gave him my business card and then he left. And then the lady next to me told me who he was. I had no idea.”

    The man was DiCaprio, a five-time Academy Award nominee who probably doesn’t enter into many conversations with people who don’t recognize him.

    “He looked like a normal Missoulian,” Taylor said. “He fit in very well. It was kind of cool to see someone that famous here on a very hot day.”

    Read the rest of the story here

  • A preview of our July/August issue cover. Photo by Kurt Wilson

    Preview: Our July/August issue hits mailboxes next week

    It’s heeeerreeee: Our summertime issue, that is.

    We can’t wait for you to read it. Below are a couple summertime stories you’ll find inside the July/August 9issue. But first, did you like our sneak peek of our amazing cover by photographer Kurt Wilson? It plays well with our main feature, Stages and Skies (see below).

    Red Ants Pants Music Festival takes over White Sulphur Springs in late July. Photo by Erik Petersen

    Red Ants Pants Music Festival takes over White Sulphur Springs in late July. Photo by Erik Petersen

    • We’re taking you to the best little music fest in the West
      • I can tell you that writer Kelsey Dayton did a beautiful job capturing the spirit of the Red Ants Pants Music Festival, a one-of-a-kind celebration that takes place “in the middle of nowhere,” and at the same time “the middle of everywhere.”
    • We’re all about the berries – huckleberries and pick-your-own strawberries that i
      • Aaron Theisen takes us to Trout Creek, which is officially (thanks to a legislative designation) the huckleberry capitol of the state. Jessica Lowry went hunting for berries as well, and found a more domesticated, but equally as sweet, set of fruit in her pick-your-own story. Lowry will introduce you to two farms in particular that allow pickers to find and savor the sweetness of summer.
    Ivan O'Neill is one of the founding members of the Over the Hill Gang. Photo by Beck Lomax

    Ivan O’Neill is one of the founding members of the Over the Hill Gang. Photo by Beck Lomax

    • We’ll introduction you to the longest-running hiking crew inside Glacier National Park
      • They don’t pay dues and they don’t follow maps. And their status as hikers inside Glacier is legendary.
    • We’ll tell you about a yurt camp with some of the most delicious food west of the Mississippi
      • In the fourth installment of our The Last Best Plates series takes us to the American Prairie Reserve where gourmet dinners are served out of yurts.

    Ready to read yet? Here’s a couple summertime stories from last year to tide you over.

    – Jenna 

  • Today, the U.S. Forest Service calls the camp, "the most complete Depression-era mining camp remaining in western Montana." Photo by Kurt Wilson

    Step back in time: An old Montana mining camp

    It’s never a bad idea to take a moment to step back in time.

    Thanks to a dedicated family in western Montana, one of the state’s most complete Depression-era mining camps has been preserved. And, as Missoulian reporter Kim Briggeman reports, they welcome visitors:

    CEDAR CREEK – In a way, this remains George Gildersleeve’s Father’s Day gift.

    He was in his early 20s in 1924 when George convinced his father, Ike, and Ike’s brothers, Charlie and Lee, to move their mining attentions over the hill from the Trout Creek watershed to the headwaters of Cedar Creek.

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    A old mine shaft at the camp is no longer open to entry because of sagging timbers. Photo by Kurt Wilson

    Most of a century later, you can search the old gold gulches of Montana and not find anything like the compound the Gildersleeves and the Kansas City Mining Co. built in 1930 and 1931 in Snowshoe Gulch.

    A U.S. Forest Service survey in 1995 called it “the most complete Depression-era mining camp remaining in western Montana.”

    Today it’s just as intact, just as secluded, and even more secure in its post-mining days as a family-owned complex of rough-hewn cabins, shacks and shops.

    George Gildersleeve was 88 in 1991 when he died in the Superior hospital, clinging fiercely to this haven 17 miles up the creek.

    Louis Weaver, who operated and maintained the mining camp for 30 years, shuffles through the front room of the old cookhouse where residents once held dances with as many as fifty people or more crowded into the space.

    Louis Weaver, who operated and maintained the mining camp for 30 years, shuffles through the front room of the old cookhouse where residents once held dances with as many as fifty people or more crowded into the space.

    “When he was up here, he felt that he was the king on the mountain,” Sue McLees, George’s lone surviving offspring, said. “As far as he was concerned, he owned all this.”

    “As far as you could see,” McLees said in unison with her niece, Anna Haskins. They smiled at the memory.

    Read the full story and take a photo tour of the camp here


  • The Arlee Celebration runs from July 1-5. Photo by Tom Bauer

    Hit the road for this beautiful celebration

    We’re quickly approaching a summer holiday weekend, and this year the Fourth of July falls on Saturday. Do you have plans?

    Care if we make a suggestion?

    How about the Arlee Celebration. Take a look:

    Wherever you are along the Western Montana corridor this summer, you don’t have to go far to find our one-of-a-kind Road Trip for June.

    That’s a good thing, because the Arlee Celebration is something everyone should experience.

    The Celebration powwow, including several days of traditional dancing and a host of other events, celebrates its 117th anniversary this year.

    • For the full Arlee Celebration schedule, click here

    The Arlee Celebration runs July 1-5 in Arlee.  The powwow grounds are located just east of Arlee, roughly 20 miles north of Missoula on Highway 93. Signs from the road will help guide you in.

    Photo by Tom Bauer

    Photo by Tom Bauer

    Last summer, up to 400 dancers participated in the West’s oldest continuous powwow. 

    It’s a powwow rooted in deep tradition and founded when Indian dances were illegal under Bureau of Indian Affairs rules.

    However, according to the Arlee Celebration website, the BIA and Indian police didn’t find it illegal to celebrate the Fourth of July.

    Read more here.

    We’ve got a ton more summertime stories in our upcoming July/August issue. Want to take a look? Subscribe today! 


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