Andy Kemmis

Just before noon on Saturday, July 19, 2025, Isabella Seagrave found herself in trouble. She was in the middle of Flathead Lake, somewhere east of Wild Horse Island, southeast of the small shoreside community of Rollins and about 14 miles north of Polson. The wind, which had seemed moderate from shore, was significant enough to create waves measuring up to four feet at times, with small white caps visible in every direction.

Words by Ben Fowlkes, photos by Andy Kemmis. Say you grow up somewhere warm. We don’t have to get into specifics, but say it involved smog and palm trees and the only ice you saw was usually floating in a drink. Say you then decided to take up ice hockey in your late thirties despite having only a vague grasp of the rules and even vaguer grasp of ice skating itself.

Words by Chad Dundas, photos by Andy Kemmis. You should see the face people make when they find out I like pro wrestling. If you drew a Venn diagram and the three circles were confusion, disinterest and disgust, the little acorn-shaped spot in the middle would be this face. These people suddenly can’t look me in the eye. They press their lips together and shake their heads. You can see the wheels spinning back there, trying to figure out if they’ve misjudged me somehow.