PB and I took a little jaunt to the west, logging about 3,000 miles. We drove 80 mph through Minnesota and North Dakota (yawn) before hitting the Big Sky of Montana, where we slowed down to take in the stunning views.
If I wasn’t a Wisconsin girl, I’d want to be a Montana girl. Why?
Mountains.
Mountains are my new favorite thing.
I have 5,000 pictures to prove it.
I also have 1,000 pictures of buffalos. (Or is it buffaloes? Or buffalo?)
Don’t get me wrong. I love the bluffs and rolling hills of Wisconsin.
But….
…mountains.
“I lift my eyes up unto the mountains…” Psalm 121:1
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I love mountains, but also, the ocean is pretty majestic too. Glad you had a good trip!
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Did you know that Mom always said that she wanted to have a cabin in a Montana valley??? Beautiful pictures! Do you remember much about our family trip out west ( with the Shasta trailer)?
I don’t remember ever hearing Mom say that. *Goosebumps* All I remember about the trip in ’64 was burning my foot on the heater in the Shasta camper and feeling like I was going to fall off the Cherry Peak Chair Lift. Blake and I drove home through the Needles and I thought about Mom as I gripped the door handle. But I stayed in my seat.