Independence

In the late 1800’s, early 1900’s, Independence, MT was a booming gold rush town.  Today it is a collection of fallen log structures—it would be wonderful if those buildings could talk.  Independence is about 30 miles from  Natural Bridge (the waterfalls where we take all visitors).  Thirty miles of teeth jarring, bone chattering, jeep crawling awful road.  It took us one and a half hours to go one five mile stretch of the road.  We had a ball—the weather was perfect, the scenery beautiful, great picnic lunch—what more could we ask for??  Well, Danny and Ann would have preferred catching a fish or two to losing their hooks to the Boulder River rocks.

We thought about continuing on to Blue Lake, about another five miles but our teeth and bones couldn’t handle any more—we pointed the jeep toward home.

Back home we warmed the ribs I cooked yesterday afternoon on the grill, roasted some potatoes from the garden and sautéed some green beans.  Dessert was strawberry and vanilla ice cream.  We eat very well around here!

Life is really good.  Our hearts go out to our little friend Harley who with her parents Bradley and Kerri have visited us here in Montana—she is 10 years old, fell off the monkey bars at school today and broke one wrist and the other arm—she has casts on both arms—OUCH!