Back in Big Sky Country

As we traveled from south to north the landscape changes dramatically. There is no question why Montana is called Big Sky Country. As you enter the state it is as if the sky just opens up. I could see the weather in each of the 4 directions. The rain seemed visible from the clouds in the west. Though the wind blew hard most of the way it forced us to stop for a fresh tank of gas in places we have never exited the interstate to enjoy before. There was no playing tourist, no stopping at the opal mines in Idaho which I have enjoyed in the past. No stopping for the one hour lunch in Dell. Our vehicles were fueled with gasoline, but our bodies were fueled with adrenaline and coffee.

Home at last in the comfort of our kitchen where our friend has brought us a home cooked meal.

Life is good.