The Baby Boomers Are Arriving In Montana
By Richard Dooling Originally published in the Wall Street Journal In the 1950s and ’60s, when televisions had three channels, the “Davy Crockett” series about the fearless frontiersman was so popular that Disney sold 5,000 imitation coonskin caps a day. I wore one of those caps for several summers. My wife, Kristy, didn’t wear a Polly Crockett cap—same coonskin design made of faux white fur—but we were both fans of Laura Ingalls Wilder’s books and the “Little House on the Prairie” series based on them. Later we read Norman Maclean’s “A River Runs Through It,” John McPhee’s “Coming Into the Country” and Cheryl Strayed’s “Wild.” As retirement loomed, our inner John Muir and the mountains were calling and we had to go. We wound up in a real-estate office in northwestern Montana, where we introduced ourselves to Nichole, the agent on duty. We were from Omaha and curious about moving to the mountains to “get away from it all.” Nichole helped us focus. Get away from what all? If we were escaping humanity, how far from humanity did we want to live? Just us and Leonardo DiCaprio’s character in “The Revenant”? Also, we were a two-headed client called a couple. […]