Friday, February 15th, 2019
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When Paul’s February schedule came out, we were first disappointed when we saw that Paul worked Valentine’s Day. That feeling quickly changed to excitement when we realized that although Paul was working, he would fly into Helena, Montana that night and not fly back out until Saturday – a thirty hour layover!
Loads were perfect, so I joined him on his flight here last night, where we picked up our rental truck and went to the hotel for the night.
We got up early this morning ready for our mini road trip! It was snowing, and in Montana it’s common for roads to stay snow packed all winter, so we threw the truck into four high and hit the road.
We had picked up a Montana road map last night, so looked it over and picked a direction that would bring us to a ghost town and started there.
Inches of snow still covered the mountain roads, and admittedly I was slightly terrified, but it was breathtaking.
We finally made it to Marysville, and pulled onto “Main Street” – which was covered in at least a foot of snow. In the picture of Paul above, he’s standing in out truck’s track.
Although very snowy, it was beautiful! It provided a lot of perspective on how tough those who originally lived here were.
After that little adventure, we came back down off the mountain and kept moving toward the town of Lincoln.
It was still snowing, and visibility wasn’t great, but when we saw large, dark shapes on the road ahead I was PUMPED.
AN ELK HERD!!!
As we approached, half the herd hustled across the road (and jumped over fences effortlessly!), while the other half moved back to the originating side of the road.
It was probably the highlight of the day for me. I had seen elk in Yellowstone when we went for our Honeymoon, but this herd wasn’t habituated to people. Truly amazing.
We pushed on and eventually stopped snowing. After passing through Lincoln, we found other friends along the way.
There was wildlife everywhere – I was in heaven! Many of them weren’t close enough to photograph, but there was so much life everywhere!
After moving out of mountain country, we found ourselves in ranchign country and while very different, it was just as beautiful.
This area was called Avon Valley, and they’re known for being “old school” out there. It proved to be true when driving around we say hay stacks.
Not stacks of hay bales – legit piles of loose hay. Hay stacks.
Traditonal and admirable.