Every day is a snow day.
The wet white stuff has returned to the Gallatin Valley. I’m not talking about a skiff; I’m talking several feet requiring daily removal. And it’s only just begun. If you are a snow chaser, this is reason for celebration and probably triggering you to plan a trip to Bozeman – which you should.
Yes, that picture would look better on the other wall.
We’ve all done it. Gotten a little tipsy. Started looking at our home in a new way. Pretty soon we are moving furniture, re-hanging pictures, changing out throw pillows, and accessorizing like professional DIY divas.
If you don’t have a trip to Bozeman planned, now is the time!
Autumn is one of the most beautiful times of the year to visit Southwest Montana. The leaves are turning, the air is cooler, and the crowds are thinner. Wedding season has given way to the local college football frenzy along with fall fishing, beautiful hikes, and ample excursion options. From corn and hay mazes to pumpkin spice everything, you can literally taste the change of the season in the Gallatin Valley right now.
It’s easier than you think.
Recently I had the privilege of organizing my 40th class reunion. Not serving on a committee, but rather brazenly just doing it myself. I’ve always been bossy, but this was mostly about not living in my hometown where I could rally a committee. The locals have done their part for past events, it was time to step up.
Weddings and marriage go hand in hand.
Our daughter is getting married in August, the same month we celebrate our 30th anniversary. We’re not really sure how this happened. Our own wedding was just a few minutes ago.
Mother Nature brings families together.
We’ve made a lot of lasting memories with our children over the years, but the family camping trips are in a category of their own.
- There was the weekend an enormous pine tree blew down on the neighboring picnic table which was also the weekend we had a black bear in camp.
- There was the weekend with a mouse in the camper which made our daughter forever terrified of the little rodents, understandably so, since he ran across her pillow!
- There was the weekend we rafted the slow part of a river and got eaten alive by mosquitos.
- There were the weekend archery shoots when our extended family came to walk the course, camp, and explore the backwoods with us.
- There were many amazing weekends, all etched in our hearts and minds.