Our friends have friends who own a buffalo ranch in Northern Montana, just east of Glacier National Park. The weather wasn’t supposed to be that great and so Sherry was concerned about all of us making the several hour drive for “nothing.” Paul and I knew that we would have a good experience just getting there and that staying at a buffalo ranch would be a thrill, whether or not we made it to Glacier or even if we saw any buffalo. We headed North after church and then stopped in Missoula for supplies. By the time we arrived it was after dark. The drive had been beautiful and the ranch house was wonderful. Sherry and Andy were feeling especially saintly and split up to each host a Girl and Boy Cabin, respectively. Andy’s dad, Tom, Paul and I were all in the main house.
Eden and I are now reading “Little House on the Prairie.” I didn’t plan to read it the first night at the ranch, but Eden wasn’t sure about sleeping without me and requested it, craving a little of our home ritual. I was thrilled to see a copy on the dresser in the girls’ cabin. All the girls, Sherry included, tucked into their sleeping bags and listened quietly while I read. The next morning the girls were up early and ran out to play before breakfast. Eden pulled on her shoes, but that was all.
The day was cool and, sometimes, overcast, but that didn’t keep this Carrie/Laura (depending on who was around) from having a wonderful time.
This tee pee is not not just for show. In the summer children often sleep in it. Because of the cold, our kids just played in and around it. I felt so filled up just being under the big sky with the mountains in the distance. And the green, green of the grass flowed in some sort of I.V. right into my spirit. Sherry was still clucking about wishing we could see Montana when it’s beautiful, but we just looked and laughed.