Off and on, all day Paul’s been singing, “Oh sweet Montana, give this child a home,” because we’re here, visiting friends. It’s beautiful. Words fail. We are in a valley cradled by the Rockies. And they aren’t kidding about the Big Sky. Sherry and I drove into town to run an errand, taking a ridicuoulsy scenic route.
I am in love with Montana and a dim and fat little dog who lives here. Sherry and her family are pretty great too.
I’ll report back next week.