Most of us are looking to simplify, but these days, it's hard to even know what that looks like. I think it looks like a bit like this: rolling, golden fields, shimmering in the heat of a midsummer's day; shell pink dawn skies against the dark purple of the Crazy Mountains; the sounds of deer bedding down under the tall, rustling cottonwoods while water riffles close by. Here, in the heart of the Shields Valley, ranches that have been here for a hundred years plan on being here for a hundred more. There's not much interest in giving this valley a rash of subdivisions, so parcels of land like this are rare: twenty six acres with a creek, close to the small ranching town of Clyde Park, half an hour from the old Western town of Livingston and not quite an hour to Bozeman's Gallatin Field Airport. Everything you've heard about Montana is true - there are fish & mountains & beauty & hunting & good people. And quiet - there really is a lot of quiet. a lot of quiet. Come find yours.