We wound to the tip top of the harsh Rockies and found rolling green hills. And for a brief moment, I feel like I’m home. Montana—the one place where it feels the speed limit is set too high. Seventy miles per hour on those open highways is just not needed.
The life there is simple but full. Moving, organic.
I love how you can stand and feel alive, knowing water is flowing beneath your feet. I love how you can look out a very black night, but then move your gaze upward and realize you are far from alone. I love how the trees grow so straight and perfect, easy on the eyes.
What a beautiful getaway.
What a beautiful getaway.
2 comments:
Your majorly making me miss the mountains.
so very beautiful. i really like the picture of you with Luke in the carrier -- you look like a million bucks! you guys had some serious fun this summer.
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