Mountains, more mountains! This weekend I was even further afield. Rocky Mountains. Montana.
It must look like my whole life these days is playing in the mountains. Actually, most of my hours are spent hunched over my dissertation, scowling and stressed. But I don't much care to memorialize those experiences. I stick to the weekend stories. The highs, literally.
And what were the stories from this little adventure? Well, well, we were off to Montana for my friend's wedding. And what a glorious wedding! In a green meadow, surrounded by snow-tipped mountains, next to a roaring stream. The bride and her father -- serious Montanans indeed -- rode in on horses. There was bluegrass music and cowboy boots.
And, oh yes!, hand knits. In the cool evening, the bride wore my wedding shawl. And I wore my Katarina cardigan.
After the wedding, Mountain Man and I had a final day to ourselves. We went just up the road to Big Sky. It was a bit eerie to be at a ski mountain during a seasonal lull (I gather that the big summer season starts in July, when it's a bit warmer yet). So quiet, yet with so much fallow infrastructure.
No matter. It was beautiful. We could take a chair lift to a high saddle of Lone Peak, then hike upwards from there.
Majestic landscapes make you feel so small. Puts things into perspective.
It must look like my whole life these days is playing in the mountains. Actually, most of my hours are spent hunched over my dissertation, scowling and stressed. But I don't much care to memorialize those experiences. I stick to the weekend stories. The highs, literally.
And what were the stories from this little adventure? Well, well, we were off to Montana for my friend's wedding. And what a glorious wedding! In a green meadow, surrounded by snow-tipped mountains, next to a roaring stream. The bride and her father -- serious Montanans indeed -- rode in on horses. There was bluegrass music and cowboy boots.
And, oh yes!, hand knits. In the cool evening, the bride wore my wedding shawl. And I wore my Katarina cardigan.
After the wedding, Mountain Man and I had a final day to ourselves. We went just up the road to Big Sky. It was a bit eerie to be at a ski mountain during a seasonal lull (I gather that the big summer season starts in July, when it's a bit warmer yet). So quiet, yet with so much fallow infrastructure.
No matter. It was beautiful. We could take a chair lift to a high saddle of Lone Peak, then hike upwards from there.
Majestic landscapes make you feel so small. Puts things into perspective.
I just love the photo of you and your friend! what a special time and the setting ~ those mountains are just amazing.
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I recently read a book that made me think of your weekend adventures. Have you read "Wild" yet?
ReplyDeleteIt looks and sounds like it was a beautiful weekend!
ReplyDeleteThe whole adventure sounds enchanting! I LOVE the photo of you and your friend in woolens...esp those western boots! Thanks for sharing!
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