trash

After a 'real' Montana winter filled with proper snow storms and long-lasting snow berms, NOW is the time we get to discover what treasures have been buried beneath the freeze on our lawns and backyards.

My street is losing the trash battle with the bears. But after (several beers) and several weeks of careful "trash-can-cat-and-mouse", we've come up with a potentially effective deterrent idea: Glitter bomb the trash cans and scare the hell out of the bears.

We are all incredibly fortunate to live in Montana. Some people take it for granted and ruin it for the rest of us.

Wondering what’s up with the decades-old trash ejected from Ear Spring? Here's how you can learn more.

I saw you. And you saw me. Don't worry ... I don't know who you are so I can't blow your cover. Except here. Hopefully you'll see this and know how foolish and lazy you looked.

Going to work as early as I do is bad enough. Getting in your car and noticing two huge bags of trash strewn all over the lawn is just plain, well, gross. Turns out one of the animal-rummaged bags wasn't even ours.