Montana Or Bust: On The RoadPosted: August 17, 2016
As the kids grow older, it becomes clearer and clearer to me how precious–and short–our time together is. It’s also become more important than ever to me that they spend time with key people in my life–friends and mentors who’ve inspired me and helped along the way, in the hopes that a little wisdom and generous spirit will rub off on the kids. With those thoughts in mind, along with Skyla and Weston’s growing interest in fly fishing, we headed east to the Rockies to meet up with my good friends Yvon and Craig. It started with an early morning ferry ride.
Despite countless traffic delays, one bout of carsickness caused by reading Harry Potter as we twisted through the Cascades, and playing the Lumineers to the point that I now know every word on the entire album, we made Missoula the first night. Next morning we hit the road again. Quick stop in Ennis for buffalo burgers (When in Rome…), provisions, and to replace one flip-flop mysteriously blown out while sitting in the car. Then south.
This is us coming into the Madison Valley, enjoying the 80 mph speed limit. I love Montana.
At last, road weary, a bit bleary, and completely stoked, we reached our destination and settled into our cozy cabin on the banks of the Madison River. As Weston says, This is the life. To be continued…