Manhattan is nestled in the Gallatin Valley, surrounded on all sides by rolling hills and majestic mountains. It smells of sweet sage and sun-bleached hay and makes me want to wear boots and a cowboy hat all day.
Time stood still for a week and we soaked it all in . . .
|There's a reason this place is called Big Sky|
|Cousins (who insist on telling people they're actually twins)|
|The Lawson boys. Mine's the thirsty one.|
|Dry Creek Bible Church|
|Impromptu concert on Aunt Ella's organ|
|Day trip to Yellowstone|
|Visiting the barn where Granny collected eggs as a child|
|In her element. Oh, and the house in the background? It belonged to her great-great-great grandfather.|
|Fourth of July at The Garage in Bozeman|
|Virginia City stagecoach tour|
|Again, in her element.|
|Home again, home again, jiggity jig!|