Last week was one of “those” weeks. By the time Friday rolled around I was aching for escape and Montana was calling my name. In blind desperation, I booked “Tammy” from my desk at work and first thing Saturday morning my pup and I were on the road to Montana.
This is the first time I’ve cried crocodile tears pulling away from the driveway. Tammy the Airstream kept a little piece of my heart. I left the rest of it 7,036 up on a rocky cliff in the Bitterroot Mountains.
Last week I lost myself in piles of work. This weekend I found myself. In Big Sky Country.
Photos from our hike to the Bear Creek Overlook: