“I’m in love with Montana. For other states I have admiration, respect, recognition, even some affection. But with Montana it is love. And it’s difficult to analyze love when you’re in it.” John Steinbeck
My daughter, Theresa, participated in a service effort on the Blackfeet Indian Reservation a few years ago. She had the joy of traveling across Montana to get there and as they stopped along the way she snapped away. She said how majestic and beautiful it was and how she pictured me here among the mountains and streams. Alas, as of yet, I have not been to Montana despite invites, promptings and desires to go fly fishing’s reputed Mecca. Soon, I hope, I will too become smitten with Montana. I have little doubt.
Treasures Found: I was cleaning out an old computer the kids had loaded up with music, photos and school work some years ago. I spent the tedious time downloading thousands of images of theirs, mostly of other kids I didn’t know and silly group shots. Amongst the rabble, were the images of a trip to Montana and there were these nice outdoor shots taken by Theresa as they skirted Glacier N.P. and other beautiful displays of Montana.