The air in Montana was so crisp and pure, it was impossible not to feel great. A more frivolous take might be that the state boasts the best climate for good hair and no makeup. Which doesn’t explain why I lost more than six games of pool to my eight-year-old nephew, but at least the pictures convey how much fun we all had.
Time to Forage for Sticks to Make This Clock!
This rough-hewn but somehow quite elegant timekeeper adorned our cabin at The Ranch at Rock Creek. I want to believe I could start collecting nice sticks now, and chop them to the appropriate lengths and glue them together at just the right angles to create something similar, but perhaps that’s a bit…ambitious. Maybe e-Bay will come to the rescue, and I will scour yard sales in wooded locales.
In any case, something so woodsy and craft-y would lend a city apartment a nice dose of sylvan magic!
Howdy, Pardner!
Counting down the minutes until we leave for the Ranch at Rock Creek near Phillipsburg, Montana. Will I wear head-to-toe denim the entire time? Get really good at shooting clays? A river runs through it!