Moonrise
In the evening, when it starts to cool off, I enjoy sitting out on the patio to watch TV (on my iPad), read, or knit. Sometimes I get distracted by the view. On this night, it was a lovely moonrise.
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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