Working in a restaurant at the beginning of the coronavirus pandemic must have been wild.
With so much uncertainty and awaiting decisions that likely left a person without a job, the stress levels are incomprehensible. Having a baby around the same time would have been wild times a million.
Warren Miller Performing Arts Center was alive with laughter thanks to the recent Big Sky Laugh Fest featuring comedians Kelsey Cook, Brian Simpson, Pete Lee and Missoula-raised comedian Sarah Aswell.
When Laura Seyfang, executive director of Big Sky Community Housing Trust (BSCHT) stood before the speakers gathered for the Chamber of Commerce Building Forum there were five and a half rental units available in Big Sky and “112 people on our waitlist desperately looking for places to rent.” She noted that median real estate prices in the area
For many, 2020 has been a real kick in the head. As folks scramble to figure out aspects of their lives complicated by COVID-19, some local businesses and volunteers want to take a stresser off their plates. Actually, they want to pile to-go containers high with turkey day delicacies – and fill their plates.
Halloween was going to look different this year, that was no surprise.
Big Sky now has $1 million in its arsenal dedicated to testing for COVID-19, which will help combat the virus and keep the local economy rolling. The value of this move was highlighted this week as all Italian ski resorts shut down for one month due to rising case numbers.
Housing is one of the most difficult issues for all non-home owners in Big Sky, and Latinos experience this problem even more intensely. Language barriers for renters and landlords alike make this already difficult process a struggle.
Becky Brockie has shot many weddings in her time as a photographer in the area, but people may not have noticed her. Her goal was always to not be noticed – to function as an observer, the camera serving as a buffer between her shyness and the rest of the world. She describes herself as a very good wallflower.
Last week every field at Big Sky Community Park was simultaneously met with soccer cleats. Some of those cleats were tiny and some of the players were little human tornadoes. Big Sky Futbol Club’s second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth graders played on the fields to the west.
I was 12 years old when I arrived in Big Sky with my parents. My family had just arrived from Honduras, escaping the violence there, and I remember being the only Spanish speaker and the only person with a different skin color in my 4th-grade class.