This past summer, Larry and I went for a drive up into the mountains to check out our favorite swimming hole (in anticipation of small children coming for a visit). There is nothing like a drive on old logging road switchbacks up into the mountains, to get a person a perspective of the wonderous place we live here in Montana! As you ascend, the air becomes cleaner, clearer and quieter, until, when you stop at the very highest point of the road and get out of the truck, you feel as though you are all alone in the world. The smell of a mountain woods is the most indescribable thing...dusty, pine-y, dry, clean air. How I miss camping and backpacking as we used to in the summer months! I climbed to the highest point above the road and just looked and listened. It was tonic for my poor, battered soul....
Then, we traveled back down, around Lake Como, taking the long way home; reminiscing about the campouts and long mountain drives we have taken in the past. It was such a happy and peaceful time for us.
Just as we were nearing the highway once again, we passed a bunch of old, rusty farm equipment on the side of the road. Larry backed up in order to allow me to take a few photos. This was my favorite. I just thought I would share it with you...
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