Wednesday, April 16, 2008



I had forgotten how beautiful Montana is. Every time I leave this place for a while it feels like I am see great new wonders when I come back. Each mountain has her own story to tell. One of grace and adventure. As I come down into the plains I feel as though there is an appealing mystery. Each hill draws me on as I try to find out what they are hiding. People are right in saying that Montana is one of the last of the great frontiers.

2 comments:

KK said...

Beautiful! You should write a book Mar. That little piece made me extremely mountain-hungry! :o)

Becky said...

Seriously! I too love Montana. I miss her! What a beautiful expression of how you feel. Miss you!