On Sunday, Anders, Finn and I donned our cowboy boots and Western shirts and headed north 28 miles to Wilsall, Montana (population ~250). Since it was Father's Day, Henry spent the day in Yellowstone with his father and a few cameras.
Since a picture is worth a thousand words, I imagine this video is worth a million words-- in just 2.17 minutes!
The music is by the Ringling 5. It describes the amount of water that has been falling from the sky and flowing down our rivers well, even as it chafes at my environmentalist leanings (and I lean hard that way).
When in Wilsall.....
Please note how bundled up we are considering it was June 19. Jeez- I am wearing a scarf! But, it didn't rain.
Day Two started with another ride on the carousel for Anders, Finn and I. Then across the parking lot to check out the Children's Museum.
I was so impressed with this museum and the kids loved it. If I hadn't dragged them out (it was our first warm weather of the year, I couldn't stay inside) we would have been there all day.
After a good long play, I wanted some Thai food. Our food choices are pretty limited over here in Livingston, so it was exciting to eat something different and yummy.
(Sidenote: A Thai place opened in Livingston last weekend!!)
To continue our eating tour of Missoula, we crossed the bridge to sample some of the best ice cream in Montana.
(Sidenote: We walked everywhere while we were there, so felt ok about indulging a bit.)
After the ice cream, we wandered along the river and then back to our hotel for
my nap quiet time.
That evening we got a babysitter-someone a friend of a friend recommended. We almost never have a babysitter, and certainly not someone we never met, but what the heck? The kids were sleeping soundly when we returned, so alls well that ends well.
Henry and I went to the IWFF award ceremony. We got a little lost on the UM campus (when someone tells you it's in the brick building, it's like being told to find the guy in the tie dye shirt at a Dead show), but eventually a very friendly gal walked us across campus to the theater. We ate, we drank, we applauded as folks got their awards. I was the obnoxious person using a flash on the camera. What can I say, I was excited for Henry.
The next morning, with our trip coming to a close, we snuck in one last activity-- a short hike to the concrete "M" on the hill behind The University of Montana. It's shorter than Bozeman's "M" so it was a prefect morning shake down before a longish drive.
Then my camera broke. The end.
This may be the last of my catch-up posts. I really let this blog get away from me during the very busy month of May. For the first time since I had kids, I was gone more in one month than I was home. And it was pretty much all fun and games.
The weekend before we left for California and the weekend after I went to Jackson, the four of us traveled to Missoula for the International Wildlife Film Festival. I already told you that H won "Best Web Series" for his polar bear shorts (he looks really cute in them), well this is where he picked up the plaque.
PBI paid for his room, so the boys and I came along to play and eat our way through Missoula. Leaving the very brown and overcast Livingston, we were thrilled to see trees all leafed-out, flowers abounding and sunshine. They don't call it the Garden City for nothing.
It was good for me to see Missoula in all its glory since when I lived there in 94-95, it was gray and cold everyday until I left at the end of May. The inversion layer kept the cold in and the sun out. Ice covered the streets and when I rode my bike to school, I'd slide across intersections whenever I used the brakes. There were a lot of things I liked about Missoula, but the weather wasn't one of them.
We left early for the 3.5 hour drive over the Continental Divide and into the western part of the state. After dropping H off at the theater to attend workshops, the boys and I parked at the hotel and started walking.
It was a little bit of a junk show at first. Picture me pushing a double stroller, a dog leash in each had (with a big hyper dog at the end of each leash) and a four-year-old running amok near a swollen river.
Our first stop was A Carousel for Missoula. That's what they call it. It's a smaller, beautifully crafted carousel. And perhaps because it is small, it's one of the faster carousels I've been on. You aren't allowed to stand up, and you better hold on. We ended up riding it each of the three days we were there.
The dragon playground is right behind the carousel, so we played there for awhile.
Next up was Bernice's Bakery for lunch (something healthy) and cupcakes (something delicious).
Anders chose "Pucker Up" a citrusy delight that I did not get to sample. Finn had lavender something, which was superb, and I lucked out with the green tea cupcake.
After that, we needed a long walk, so we cruised down the path that follows the Clark Fork all the way to the Montana Natural History Center. The museum is kind of small, but they run a lot of amazing programs out of there. It was cool for the kids to see how big some of our local animals really are.
We took our time walking back along the river. We threw rocks, threw sticks, we threw leaves. We poked around in the mud and watched the river.
After some quiet time in the hotel where I let the kids watch PBS Kids so I could sleep, Henry returned. We went to a party downtown sponsored by the Montana State University's Science and Natural History Filmmaking program, from which H recently graduated. Then we got some Mexican food.
I sense this is getting a bit long, so I'll save the rest for tomorrow...
Way back in April of 2010 we went to a birthday party for our friend Brooke. Since her birthday was the same weekend as the royal wedding, she used that as a party theme. So, we all dressed up like royalty. Of course, my clan was of the homemade-royalty variety.
When you have a crown, you've got to wear it. The next day we went Letterboxing at the Cherry Creek Recreation Area. Alas, the trail was closed and the letterbox was missing. Still, we had a nice walk in the rain and snow.
You can write your own transition here, since I don't have one. But, this is what happens when you put Finn on the toilet. I just hope he is out of diapers by the time he gets to high school.
For the record, we don't force him to sit there. That was just one unfortunate incident.
The first weekend in May I drove down to Jackson, Wyoming to see friends and not take photos. On the way home, I went through West Yellowstone to Mammoth in search of bison babies.
It was still raining when I got back to Livingston. The boys and I donned bright clothes for a puddle stomping adventure.
Ketchup -- catch up. Get it?
This past weekend we ventured down to the park for a little walk. I was hoping we could climb Bunsen Peak (a steep, but short walk-up mountain named for the dude who invented the eponymous burner), but there was too much snow.
Our Plan B turned out to be perfect: A 5.1-mile loop with big views, a beaver pond, wildlife and lots of flowers.
The Beaver Pond Loop starts between the Mammoth Terraces and the judge's house in Yellowstone National Park. It climbs steadily for the first mile, but then is pretty flat or downhill the rest of the way. It passes several (I'm guessing) ephemeral ponds and follows part of the shoreline of a large beaver pond. The trail ends behind the Mammoth Inn, a short walk from the parking area.
This was one of my mom's favorite walks last summer when she was working in Yellowstone. I've only hiked it once: on a very hot day with about 12 fourteen-year-olds who had just flown to Bozeman from back east and then driven the 1.5 hours to the park. My memories are not sweet.
The trail was redeemed in my mind on this gorgeous spring/summer day. It was crazy-green (for the northern part of the park) and the weather was perfect. Mostly sunny, with a bit of rain when we sat under conifers to eat our lunch.
Hold onto your hat, there are a lot of photos.
Anders said he wants to hike 6 miles next time.