I spent all of last week traipsing about Big Sky Country with five dear friends of mine, and the only word to describe it is legendary. You know the kind of trips that seem to reset your soul, imbibe a sense of creativity you thought you lost and inspire a newfound sense of wonder? This was one of those. Talk about a tall order, but Western Montana delivered in spades.
I’m leaving tomorrow for Florida for a hot minute, followed by Europe on Friday, but will schedule some Montana-themed posts here and there for the next month while I’m gone. (You gonna miss me? I’ll miss you.) Until then, here are some of the highlights from our six days in Heaven:
A helicopter ride over Glacier National Park. I mean it when I say that my hour-long flight with Glacier Jet Center is one of the coolest things I’ve ever done—to steal a phrase from my spirit animal—like, ever.
Seeing Glacier illuminated by sun, instead of rain. Or at least clouds, though sun the majority of the time. Remember my last visit to Montana? The weather this time was the polar opposite. Note the bare legs and maxi dress below.
Horseback riding in the Montana wilderness. While I worked on a horse ranch for two summers in the Arizona desert, none of that time spent atop an equine compared to our mountain ride with Swan Valley Horseback Trail Rides.
Paddling the Clearwater River Canoe Trail. I’ll take any excuse to be out on (or in) the water, but this paddle trip in the middle of nowhere was particularly peaceful.
Eating everything huckleberry in sight. Huckleberry cobbler, huckleberry ice cream, huckleberry licorice, you name it, we ate it. Surprisingly, the one huckleberry thing we didn’t find was huckleberry pie. Go figure.
Wildlife galore. Deer, moose, even a bear.
Show tunes and theatrics with these clowns. I can’t even begin to describe to you what our hours in the “family suburban” were like. Let’s just say they involved a whole lot of six-part harmony.