Every trip to Montana always seem to add a special experience or dimension to our lives. Last year there was the herd of elk seemingly charging towards us alongside the road as we drove west on I-90 doing 80. Then there are those numerous bird sightings: hawks, bald and golden eagles, ospreys, ducks and geese. Some sights are not so pretty, like the cars and trucks that leave their tracks on the snowy shoulders and medians, laying motionless after skidding off an icy road.
Snowstorms are often followed by clear skies, and the frigid temperatures that invariably penetrate such uninsulated atmosphere. This was the case during our trip to Montana this weekend. By the looks of our atire, it is not hard to guess how cold it was. No boating is comfortable in this weather, but a pair of lifejackets are highly visible markers of our driveway for the snowplow driver. As the sun set and the blustery wind faded, the hot tub felt soothing and invigorating; another unique experience was filed in the records of our lives. JIR
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