By: Courtney Stone, Our Project Manager
Hey y’all, I’m Courtney, the wheelie wheelie new Project Manager at Wheelie Creative. I’m here to keep the wheels turning for our clients, who are of course the reason we at Wheelie are all here: to tell their stories, with authenticity and verve and the highest commitment to quality design and branding.
In order to keep the wheels turning for our clients, I help to keep the balls in the air for our designers, Amanda and Dan, and for our fearless leader, Lisa. It sounds like I’ll be helping with Eddy, too, because: Eddy.
In truth: I’m not entirely sure just what Project Manager-ing will look like, but I wanted to say hi to the Wheelie fan club as I begin my career here. And I wanted to say hi to the Wheelie neighborhood, too -- if you’ve lived in this corner of Montana for last the fifteen years or so, maybe we’ve met.
Long story long: my mama had a sorority sister at the University of Georgia who worked at Many Glacier in the 1970s. When she returned, she regaled Mama with tales of the cerulean alpine lakes and fuschia shooting stars and sparkling July snowfall. Mama never forgot those tales, and when I was 9, my parents brought my brothers and I out to hike Glacier. I think the idea was that we would go visit other national parks in later years, but other than brief forays into the wonders of Grand Teton and Yellowstone, my family made Glacier our annual adventure.
Then suddenly I wasn’t 10 or 12 or 14 anymore, but myself a young woman at the University of Georgia, with a job in the shadow of Many Glacier. And for the next few summers, I pulled espresso shots at Glacier Perk in St. Mary, slung eggs and bacon at what is now the Glacier’s Edge Cafe in Babb, cleaned rooms and ran sheets through the charmingly antiquated washers at Thronson’s, and served the best ribeyes this side of heaven at the Babb Bar Cattle Baron Steakhouse - often after I’d chased cows off the Babb airstrip for my customers.
After I’d graduated from Georgia and returned to Babb for one last summer of inclusion in the dry herd, my friends convinced me to move to Whitefish to ski bum at Big Mountain, which might’ve made more sense if I’d actually known how to ski. So, despite the fact that the only word for “snow” in my vocabulary was “snow” -- and, again, that i couldn’t SKI -- I immediately interviewed for the Snow Reporter position. And was promptly and rightfully rejected. Fourteen years later, I’m finally a decent skiier, and I crack up thinking about the post-interview comments that must’ve been made about the Southern gal who couldn’t ski and associated words like corn and mashed potatoes with Sunday supper, not Spring Skiing.
I did get eventually a job that winter, at the Big Drift, and I did kind of learn to ski. And when the last lift bell rang that season, I found myself moving, against my wishes, away from the shadows of Glacier, south to Missoula. As I passed under the Missoula mileage sign in Kalispell, I promised myself that one day I would return to the exquisite Flathead, and pick up the little life I began in Whitefish at 22.
More years later than I’ll admit to in writing, I have at last returned to the Flathead, and I’m working on re-establishing my roots. Happily, I find that I’m running into moms and dads with children the same age as mine, and looking past the dark circles under their eyes -- no offense, friends, I think all parents of children under the age of five have these -- and realizing I know these people, they worked at the Alpenglow or the rental shop or the Dire Wolf that same long ago winter.
And so I’m feeling lately that that I really never left the Flathead, and that it’s been home all this time. If you see me walking Eddy in Whitefish, or hunting and gathering at the fabulous Columbia Falls farmers’ market, or sharing a Sweet Peaks cone with my kids in Kalispell, come say hi, and welcome me home.
I’m so glad to be back.
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