Sunday, October 1, 2017

September is my favourite month

I LOVE September. It's my favourite month. So much so that I closed the B&B for the entire month so we could "see the creature."

We travelled east on the first day of the month, on a day that would have been lovely had it not been so smoky.

Approaching Canmore from the west.

Started out on the 2nd with this crew of miscreants:

George McDougall High School Graduating Class of 1977
Turns out I wasn't the only one contemplating this event with a bit of trepidation, but it was all for naught. We had a great time reminiscing, catching up and generally having a great time. In the interests of full disclosure, I'm in the middle of the middle row, wearing a pink shirt. And you know what? In almost every school picture we had taken throughout the 12 years most of us were in school together, I'm in the middle of the middle row. Go figger.

From there, The Husband and I went on a drive through Montana, Idaho and Washington on our way home. I made a pilgrimage to the Charles M. Russell Museum, the great cowboy artist. And on the way, we enjoyed the splendor of the Lewis Range travelling towards the Judith Basin.

Coming to the border crossing at Waterton/Chief Mountain.

One of the Warrior sculptures, from a set of four -
one at each entrance onto the Blackfeet Nation.
Made of found and recycled materials

Big Sky country 
West of Missoula, coming to Lolo Pass. Scorched earth and a
very active wildfire to the west and north.

My favourite kind of sign ...
excepting we were in a truck instead of on bikes.

West on Highway 12, through Lolo Pass along the Clearwater River.
The Husband even agreed to stop at a quilt show in Wenatchee.

Not the first or last time that the GPS was less than help.
When taking back roads (paved and not), the road names would appear
but the little car wandered aimlessly in a vacant blue field.
Stopped to check out the Grand Coulee Dam. Photos cannot
capture the enormity of this structure. Breathtaking.

Upon arriving home, we had time to do laundry, go to doctors' appointments, celebrate
The Husband's current birthday and get him packed to head north for the next six weeks.
I stayed a few days longer and then travelled north myself, both to visit The Son and his family as well as celebrate our 33rd (official) wedding anniversary with The Husband and dear friends.

And this was what I drove through not once but three different places along the 950 km drive:

Somewhere on Obed Summit travelling east. In September. Sheesh.

And all that to see these people:

Miss A and Mr Z. Note the sunshine. And wind.

And their dad, The Son, at the Phillip J. Currie Dinosaur Museum.

And then it was time to drive home. Through the mountains. In September. Say "Aah."

And back home to spend time with these two:

And visit friends at Gallery Odin to survey the new stuff on offer for the winter season:

Life is good.

1 comment:

  1. Normally September is my favourite month too; but not this year. It's been cool, wet, misty, and dull. Not at all as it usually is. Maybe October will surprise us.