Summer will always be my favorite part of Montana. Maybe it’s because the rest of the year here is so miserably cold or rainy… or maybe it’s just a beautiful place to spend the months of June through September. It’s hot and dry, but there’s not much better than watching the sun go down over the city while sitting on Mount Sentinel or Mount Jumbo on the M or the L trails. When I think about the summers in Montana I remember delivering (and destroying) wedding cakes for Safeway, driving with the T-tops off or the windows down (when my junk cars actually ran), helping pull up cat urine soaked carpet with the sweat pouring off my head and breathing in the burning forest fires, checking out all the same cars at all the same car shows, trampolines and millions of stars in the Big Sky, folfing through thousands of mosquitoes, finding a sausage in my tater at the Western Montana Fair, paintball and golf, greasy hands and the smell of transmission fluid, ice cold Mountain Dew from the cooler, bonfires and blackened hot dogs, taking the dogs to the river, and so much much more. Definitely the best place to spend a summer.
Oh, the hay fields and barb wire fences.
Guitar pickin' with the pit bull.
Paul was lost in the Montana desert, but his horse with no name must have died.
Playing Ms. Elly a tune, and wearing a hat too small, but necessary to protect my sensitive, balding head from the burning sun.
Catchin' the big one down at the pond. Reel 'em in Paulie!!
Times they are changing, and friends and family have long since gone from this place. But hopefully there will be reasons to visit Montana in the summer for years to come. Hopefully.
Guitar pickin' with the pit bull.
Playing Ms. Elly a tune, and wearing a hat too small, but necessary to protect my sensitive, balding head from the burning sun.
Catchin' the big one down at the pond. Reel 'em in Paulie!!
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