Like fireworks the sun is out -the airplane patterns crisscross the bright blue sky and the mountains are once again freshly dusted with snow. It is a beautiful morning in Montana.
I take the long road to the cafe this morning- breathing it all in... the crisp cool air
the bright sunshine on my face
Down pastures and barbed wire fences
on this old dusty road
past meadows and old barns
I want to be outside today...but there is a mountain of dishes waiting at Base Camp.
John Muir once said ; The mountains are calling and I must go
unfortunately so are the dishes....