We’ve known several people over the years who were raised in the state of Montana. Like my friend Kristina from my last post, they are passionate about the Montana snow and the mountains, about the wide expanse of the sky and the smell of the forest.
We only had two days to explore the town of Bozeman and its environs (but we did drive the entire state from east to west–phew!) and even in that short time confirmed the notion that each place along this grand tour of ours has its own share of unique beauty–and a whole host of very beautiful and hospitable people.
To all you Montana folk, thanks for sharing your gushing rivers, pine-scented trails, roaring waterfalls, and makeshift bridges (that enticed my daughter to venture across–and almost gave me a heart attack!).
They have really good bread in Montana, too, but I’m saving that for another post.
Cheers–and onward–to Washington!
I hope your bread post includes Great Harvest (Seventh Ave. and Main St.) 9-Grain and the Cinnamon Chip.
Oh, beautiful Montana, I miss you so! Thank you for sharing your pictures and stories, Jane!