Montana Magic

My dad, known to the grand kids as pop-pop, moved to Montana some five years ago to start a new life in this part of the country where the bad lands meet the prairie.  Rich with American lore and ancient dinosaur artifacts, Glendive is a small town in Eastern Montana where you can  find the Yellowstone River.  We declined visiting pop-pop until Tatum was two and she could really enjoy the thrills of life in Montana.  And by thrills I am referring to a small heard long-haired Scottish highland cows, twelve horses, two ducks and two geese, a barn cat, Rhino-rides (a four-wheel drive golf cart), and spectacular hiking trails that my dad's land offers: two square miles of beauty with the Yellowstone aligning the property at the western edge.

 

 

We greatly enjoyed the trip far away from the city and into the wildness of Montana, land of the big sky.  And a big sky indeed.  Tatum in particular was taken by the expanse the Montana sky offered.  At night she would ask to see the moon which was visible outside our large bedroom window.  I kept thinking to myself where am I raising this kid where she is now repeating and requesting to see the sky before going to bed.  "I want to see sky.  I want to see sky.  I see the moon!" 

It was a special five day vacation filled with horse back rides, hiking, sleeping, and relaxing.  And Tatum can't wait to visit again.