Through the Smoke Come the Griz

Through the Smoke Come the Griz

Today is one of the smokiest days I’ve seen during my nine years as a Missoulian.  In fact, I’d go so far as to assert that today is among the smokiest days I’ve seen in my twenty-seven years as a Montanan (unless you count the big fire in Yellowstone in ’88 which I...
Newest eGriz Blogger Introduces Herself to Griz Nation

Newest eGriz Blogger Introduces Herself to Griz Nation

My life as a Griz began on a cold February night in 1985.  That night my mom, a former Griz track and cross country athlete, told my dad to start the car and drive the forty-some miles from St. Ignatius to Missoula so she could have me in the comfort of Community...