Crossroads: Nathan Johnson
It was on Tuesday that Nathan moved from Livingston to Bozeman. He stood lackadaisically in my front yard with his dog Sadie, his expression turned from careless to concerned as we discussed his nervousness of moving to the big city. I laughed at the thought of someone referring to Bozeman as the big city. For the past month he has been bumping chairs at Bridger Bowl but is conflicted on what to do this upcoming summer. Work construction in Alaska with his Uncle Tom or Trail Crew with the NPS? He commented on the monotony of working ski lifts but spoke contently of the time it provides him to reflect.