From the Fringe … Let's all leave no trace

Last Saturday night, I did something I am pretty proud of. I summited Mount Otis in exactly 28 minutes from my car to the bench at the top. I don’t know if this is a good time, a great time, or nothing to write home about, but for me, it was pretty fast.

However, that isn’t what I’m most proud of myself for on my quick trip up and down one of the more iconic peaks in the Bear Paw Mountains.

Instead, the pride I feel comes from the amount of trash I carried down with me on my descent.

Of course, pride isn’t the emotion I’m going to talk about here. Instead, the remainder of this column will be...