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.
It might not be “sweet” Montana. I’m sure Paul will let me know if I got it wrong. Too tired to google…
Glad you guys are having a great time!
Torey told me she was going over to your house before you all went to montana. i asked her twice if she had misspoken. it just seemed so unlikely that the Hodgson clan would go to montana. i forgot that Sherry lives there. have fun.
Hi.
I’d love to talk to you about your Monday, June 19, 2006, entry –
Father’s Day.
Please e-mail me at:
mmelende – at – newhouse – dot – com
Thanks!
— Michele
Have fun! Take pictures!