Tales from Montana -- The Journey

I've been listening to country music lately. First time in my life.

I blame Montana.


A week ago today we returned from our Montana trip.

The journey there was quite pleasant.  We took our time.  We stopped a lot.  We turned a 585 mile trip into a two-full-days journey.  Dash didn't throw up too many times.  And he has impeccable aim.  Really.  He always made it into his plastic red cup.

What else did we do?

Well . . .

We hung out with some Silver Valley mining families.

We drove miniature trains.

We danced.

We spent the night in a hotel.

We enjoyed the summer breeze in our hair.

We've heard it once, we've heard it a thousand times: It's not about the destination, it's about the journey.

Here's to slowing down . . . 

     enjoying the view . . .

          and letting the wind play with our hair.