Jason and I spent last weekend visiting friends in Livingston, Montana—near Bozeman. This part of the world makes me swoon.
Annie Proulx gets it right.
Jason is a national park nut, so the chance to spend another vacation wearing dirt-colored clothing, covered in bug spray, tromping around until the point of exhaustion made his heart happy.
Have I told you about my husband’s passion for “backpacking vacations?”
Visiting Adam and Ashley in Livingston was a good middle ground. We rented a cute basement apartment within walking distance of our friends. We did visit the park, and it was as breathtaking as I remembered.
We ate one of the best meals I’ve had this year, and we got to see grizzly bears and wolves at a rehabilitation center.
It was wild. It was comfortable. And of course, Adam was there—so face actually ached from laughing within an hour of landing.
We also had a chance to catch up with one of our dear friends who recently moved back to Bozeman. I’ll save the story about Mark and our nearly missed flight for another day.
Thank you, Montana. You are absolutely lovely and even a bit chilly in August—the perfect summer getaway.