Titus and I got back from our trip to Montana a few days ago, and I feel like we went back in time for the weekend (in a good way. A great way.) My Grandma and Uncle Brian live in a small log house in the middle of the woods at the base of the mountains, right next to the Flat Head River. They don't have a microwave, dishwasher, tin foil, or live anywhere near a "real" grocery store. In the evenings they turn on gospel music and play Scrabble (Grandma always wins). Their home is full of my Grandma's sewing supplies and Uncle Brian's huge painted canvases, which lean against boxes and boxes of herbal tea that he's made. It smells like lavender, cloves, and vinegar and is immaculately clean. I love it there.
It is a simple, healthy life, and in spite of how exhausting it was taking an infant on four plane flights in three days, I feel as if I experienced some sort of a detox. Living away from crowds, technology - even sugar - felt great. I don't know if I could do it forever like them, but it was sure nice in the small dose I experienced.
Oh, and it was COLD! I am such a wimp, having lived in California my whole life, where we think it's "freezing" when it hits 40 degrees. Well, in Hungry Horse, it was 7 degrees at night and not much warmer during the day. This is the type of cold where you put on all your clothes, go outside, and two minutes later go back inside because you realize it is literally not healthy for you to be out there any longer. We did manage to take one quick walk - I put Titus in four layers of clothes, then put him in my wool sweater like a sleeping bag and put my wool socks on his hands all the way up to his shoulders. The poor kid couldn't move, but he seemed to enjoy the sights. The entire edge of the river was frozen - pretty crazy.
I came home with a huge bin of vintage fabric and a sewing machine from my Grandma - she wanted me to take everything but of course I couldn't fit it all on the plane. I'm hoping to post a few pictures of fabric when I get the chance, and am looking forward to getting to work on it. Thanks Grandma and Uncle Brian for a wonderful visit (of course they'll never read this because they don't have a computer)! We love you guys!
Titus and I got back from our trip to Montana a few days ago, and I feel like we went back in time for the weekend (in a good way. A great way.) My Grandma and Uncle Brian live in a small log house in the middle of the woods at the base of the mountains, right next to the Flat Head River. They don't have a microwave, dishwasher, tin foil, or live anywhere near a "real" grocery store. In the evenings they turn on gospel music and play Scrabble (Grandma always wins). Their home is full of my Grandma's sewing supplies and Uncle Brian's huge painted canvases, which lean against boxes and boxes of herbal tea that he's made. It smells like lavender, cloves, and vinegar and is immaculately clean. I love it there.
It is a simple, healthy life, and in spite of how exhausting it was taking an infant on four plane flights in three days, I feel as if I experienced some sort of a detox. Living away from crowds, technology - even sugar - felt great. I don't know if I could do it forever like them, but it was sure nice in the small dose I experienced.
Oh, and it was COLD! I am such a wimp, having lived in California my whole life, where we think it's "freezing" when it hits 40 degrees. Well, in Hungry Horse, it was 7 degrees at night and not much warmer during the day. This is the type of cold where you put on all your clothes, go outside, and two minutes later go back inside because you realize it is literally not healthy for you to be out there any longer. We did manage to take one quick walk - I put Titus in four layers of clothes, then put him in my wool sweater like a sleeping bag and put my wool socks on his hands all the way up to his shoulders. The poor kid couldn't move, but he seemed to enjoy the sights. The entire edge of the river was frozen - pretty crazy.
I came home with a huge bin of vintage fabric and a sewing machine from my Grandma - she wanted me to take everything but of course I couldn't fit it all on the plane. I'm hoping to post a few pictures of fabric when I get the chance, and am looking forward to getting to work on it. Thanks Grandma and Uncle Brian for a wonderful visit (of course they'll never read this because they don't have a computer)! We love you guys!
3 comments:
That last picture is AWESOME! What a fantastic trip! I have an uncle and aunt in Maryland who live a little like that, and I love visiting. It was my favorite place to go and have sleepovers as a kid. What fun!
Just perfect! Think your grandma would houseswap with us? You could tell her about the train table...
Now that's what Fall REALLY looks like! Sounds like a great trip.
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