Cowboy Up
I was only home for a week, but managed to squeeze in a number of good, only-do-it-at-home activities. We sanded and stained the decks, moved cows (narrowly escaping torrential rains), worked cows (AI shots), and did lots of visiting.
Here are some shots from the week --
Toby is still fairly green and he got a little squirrely with Dad. He calmed down, though, after spinning a couple of times and settled right into the routine.
Mom and I were relegated to the 4-wheeler, but we made a nice show of ourselves. I had to ride in the back so I could take pictures - attempting to preserve snapshots of life for posterity. Some of you may be concerned to see that I am not wearing a helmet. Rest assured, there is something magical about being with the mom (even though she drives just as crazily as the other Superhero in the family...and she wonders where he gets it).
Great-aunt Marie and her daughter, Roxy, came for dinner and a great time afterwards full of stories and laughter.
The entire trip came curtesy of my friend and classmate, Jeff. He went through Bozeman on his way home for leave and was kind enough to let me tag along. Jolene was home as well to see Jeff, so one night the three of us enjoyed Wooden Nickel pizza (Taco, of course!) and sat on the tailgate of his pickup up on The Hill and watched the sun set. We shared all sorts of stories ranging from Mt. Caramel to prom of '96. We were eventually driven off by the mosquitoes, but it was a great time nonetheless.
I also got to see my friends Jenny and Paula and Elliot, though I didn't get any pictures with them. There is something deeply and richly different about conversations with those friends who have walked alongside you for years instead of mere months or weeks. And those friendships get even better when they last the storms and triumphs of life.
Here are some shots from the week --
Toby is still fairly green and he got a little squirrely with Dad. He calmed down, though, after spinning a couple of times and settled right into the routine.
Mom and I were relegated to the 4-wheeler, but we made a nice show of ourselves. I had to ride in the back so I could take pictures - attempting to preserve snapshots of life for posterity. Some of you may be concerned to see that I am not wearing a helmet. Rest assured, there is something magical about being with the mom (even though she drives just as crazily as the other Superhero in the family...and she wonders where he gets it).
Great-aunt Marie and her daughter, Roxy, came for dinner and a great time afterwards full of stories and laughter.
The entire trip came curtesy of my friend and classmate, Jeff. He went through Bozeman on his way home for leave and was kind enough to let me tag along. Jolene was home as well to see Jeff, so one night the three of us enjoyed Wooden Nickel pizza (Taco, of course!) and sat on the tailgate of his pickup up on The Hill and watched the sun set. We shared all sorts of stories ranging from Mt. Caramel to prom of '96. We were eventually driven off by the mosquitoes, but it was a great time nonetheless.
I also got to see my friends Jenny and Paula and Elliot, though I didn't get any pictures with them. There is something deeply and richly different about conversations with those friends who have walked alongside you for years instead of mere months or weeks. And those friendships get even better when they last the storms and triumphs of life.
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