Spring is here! (Hopefully to stay.)
The birds are singing, the sun is shining, and I can hear the river running full of melting snow in the background. This is recuperating (and getting a little work done) in style.
How quickly it turns.
As long as I'm in Montana, I might as well be productive. I met with our draftsman in Billings to make some changes to the exterior of the house plan and talk about some interior changes. Once I was done there I was able to schedule a meeting with our builder to meet at the property to discuss house placement and orientation on the lot. Joining us was our excavator. As I drove from Billings to Absarokee (pronounced ub-ZOR-kee), I thought I would document how long it takes to get from the highway to our property. No sooner had I hit the stopwatch, I encountered an obstacle...one of Montana's (and the west in general) extremely long freight trains. A few minutes down the road (after the train passed and I could make my turn) I cross the Yellowstone River. This river runs straight through Livingston (where we will live while we build the house) as well. In Vermont, we had an art installation known as The Whale Tails. In Absarokee we have a tall white cross. I haven't
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