Up the Boulder

Another beautiful day in Montana. We had thunderstorms of very quick duration off and on all day but lots of sunshine, too.
It was a physical day--we got to take our 2 mile loop walk today for the first time in over a week due to the rain and mud. Then Michael got started with the chore of removing the forms from the setting concrete walls, a definite chore! I did a quick run through the house with the vacuum cleaner and then went out to help him. After lunch we headed in to Big Timber to help Michael's Dad get started with his project, laying a concrete block foundation for his new shop. I did get in a quick visit at Cinnabar Creek, too.
I have always found it strange and amusing since moving here that people refer to our little valley as, "up the Boulder" or "we live up the Boulder." The Boulder River (of the movies A River Runs Through It and The Horse Whisperer fame) valley is due south of Big Timber. To me, if you are saying "up" about something, it should run north. But we are exactly south of Big Timber and the Yellowstone River. As you travel up the Boulder, the elevation increases by about 1000 feet and the scenery is spectacular. As I have said before, it is 22 miles to the nearest grocery store or gas station but in that 22 miles, you will see some of the most wonderful scenery anywhere. I never get tired of the drive.

Up the Boulder