Sweet Montana.....

I miss
 you already.








Just returned from spending a
week in Montana and Idaho.
No kids,
no computers,
no cell phones.






 Just my man... and I,
two snowmobiles,
5 feet of snow,
below zero temperatures,
and hundreds of miles
of trails through
 Big Sky Country.






.,
I think this guy
remembered us from last summer.
He looks like he recognizes me.

Only last summer it wasn't a snowmobile we traveled on,
it was a Harley.  Instead of cut offs and tank tops, we had on snow suits and boots.  Instead of feeling the sting of sunburn, we
felt the bite of freezing, cold windburn.  I continually marvel at how traveling those same roads in the winter - could be such a world away from the roads we travel in the summer.  A different planet, no... universe - more dramatic, less forgiving, and yes, even more beautiful.
White, pristine and brutally frigid - yet full of so much life.  They say, "The greatest predator in Yellowstone - is Winter."  I do believe that.
Only the strong survive.


I've lost count on how many times I've been out West.  And while we've been there many times,
Each time  - I see it with new eyes.

Each time I experience new emotions.

Each time, I vow to return.

Montana,
take care of yourself and 
all of the special creatures
who have been entrusted to you. 
Be kind to them.
Nurture them.
Watch over them - 
 for they are all so very special.


Until we meet again.