When the last of the harvest dust settles and the clocks roll back, Montana’s days begin to shrink. The long shadows stretch over empty fields, and by suppertime, the stars are already out. For many along the Hi-Line, that change brings a quiet adjustment — the familiar rhythm of winter. But for others, the early darkness feels heavy, and the cold can creep into more than just the bones.
It’s no secret that Montana winters can test even the hardiest spirits. The long nights, the isolation, and the weeks when the thermometer refuses to climb above zero all take their toll. “Winter out here is a...