I may have misrepresented myself earlier this week when I claimed to be “stranded” in the back country of Montana. While it’s true that I stayed about three days longer than I had anticipated, I wasn’t necessarily “roughing it in the bush,” like our friend Susanna Moodie once said. In actuality, I’d packed my bedroom essentials, like toothpaste and my boar bristle brush, and we were staying in a five-star luxury cabin on lakefront property.
I guess if you sleep in the back seats of enough Ford™ F-Whatever50s, karma eventually gets the hint and throws you a bone. And I got a really massive bone (still talking about karma here, people—stay with me!).
The cabin belongs to Poor Kyle’s aunt and uncle, who shall remain nameless because they live in constant fear of being verbally torn to shreds on my blog, which is totally silly because I never trash talk people I know in real life unless I’m 100% positive they’ll never find out about it. At any rate, they were perfectly splendid hosts, even if they had no idea we were coming. They were gracious and hospitable and even let me eat their FibreOne™ bars and drink their Diet Dr. Peppers™. And it’s always a good time if DDP is involved.
DDP was the fuel that propelled me through the woods driving a quad all by myself (not pictured because mercy sakes alive, I looked atrocious).
DDP compelled me to photograph my lovely surroundings. Well, DDP and the following comment from Poor Kyle’s Uncle Jethro:
“If you’ve got some time to kill, what do you think of all the beautiful nature around the cabin? Would you consider a plain ole Jethro style pictures only post? I’ve not been to the cabin, but I’ve heard from everybody it’s a lovely place, nature wise.”
Yes, Poor Kyle’s Uncle Jethro, I will indeed show pictures of the cabin and surroundings. Unfortunately, words will be included because, let’s face it: I’m a wordy, wordy, wordy girl. So with no more ado…
My Not-So-Stranded (But I Still Had No Underoos) Few Days in Montana
Any nature lovers know what type of flower this is? I’m pretty dumb I guess.
As you can see, it was a beautiful trip and we really did have a lovely time. Thanks, Poor Kyle’s Aunt Debbie and Uncle Steve, for not kicking us out when we showed up unannounced on your doorstep. That was really nice of you.