The massive limestone rock walls Montana’s Smith River carves through the landscape give you a real sense of the passage of time. This passage of time is written not only by how the sun travels more quickly over the narrow canyon walls than in most of Montana’s big sky, but also in how the very distinguished, often blazon, red layers pile upon each other. It is different than traveling to Rome, or even the east coast, where you feel insignificant in civilized history (especially coming from the west). It