A RIVER FOR LINDSAY ASHTON
Bigfork. It was on one of those VHS tapes that I wore out when I started kayaking in the late 90s. “The Wild Mile,” they called it. It looked like some kind of crazy class V slalom race with a big audience cheering on the action. But I had not thought about that movie in a long time until the spring of 2018, when I found myself living in Missoula, Montana. My reason for moving there and new love, Cheyenne, was flabbergasted that I wasn’t in the know. “It’s been going on for more than 40 years, you know. Kayaking
