We drive through Montana every year as we travel to visit my son and family.
I really love it.
I always want to stop, but there is never time.
So, we made time.
We stayed for a couple of days and it was everything I knew it would be.
The wild flowers were beautiful.
This is Indian Paintbrush.
I'm not sure why, but every little town in Montana has a little white church.
We stayed in this old Forest Ranger cabin.
It was a sweet little place.
It has been well maintained and has the cutest antique furnishings.
It also had a couple of travel journals.
They read like a novel.
They had a big effect on me.
I was touched by the words of these people I didn't know,
but had shared a little bit of their journey.
I added a few words of my own.
We went on a walk.
Okay, It was more like a hike.
In my world, a hike is an up-hill walk.
We saw some trees.
I love trees.
If you go up high enough,
you see......
More mountains.
