In this segment of the journey Sherry drove our car and Paul rode with Andy so that we could both just look at the scenery. Unfortunately it was so early in the season that most of the road was closed but the little we saw was beautiful. Eden was happy to take pictures of anything that moved.
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.
How do you turn a one hour flight into a nine hour odyssey?