Our boat sits alone in the marina again. We are one of the first boats in and one of the last boats out, each summer. We’ll try to squeeze out two more weeks before the crushing, season-ending, boat-slip-beating northeast winds kick in.
Our Symphony Birthday Girl
Everyone loves Kirsten. Her drive and charisma is a formidable force supporting the Missoula Symphony. Proud parents to be sure.
You Dirty Rat!
We just came upon this old photo depicting our granddaughter doing her uncanny, fist-clenching James Cagney impersonation. She, apparently, does not care much for paparazzi.
A Montana Cord
I saw this at the grocery store today. It supports my general theory of pickup truck drivers (sorry, my many pickup truck friends).
This photo will go in my “What Could Possibly Go Wrong” file.
If this load somehow makes it to its destination, the recipient better have one big wood splitter!
Wildhorse Loop
We took advantage of a picture perfect day to hike the Wildhorse Island loop. This “wild,” undeveloped state park is a mere 2-miles from where we park our boat. It has the distinction of being the largest freshwater island west of Lake Superior’s Isle Royale.
Despite its name, only a handful of wild horses reside there. But, it does host over one hundred bighorn sheep.
A Seagull’s View
A seagull’s view of Flathead Lake.
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