Karin Schalm recalls: "I moved to Montana when I was 25, fleeing my grief. I was searching for a new sense of home. In the wilderness of the Rocky Mountain Front, I felt a familiar sense of belonging among the rocks, icy creeks and wind-bent trees.
Grain from farms along the Highline fills the hold of Nordic Monarch. Madrona sheds its bark like skin and the surface of the sea is more sensitive than skin. Somewhere my noble fir breathes in a million cells of air.