With the mountains and pine trees in the rearview mirror, I set out on the endless two line highway across the High-Line of Montana to my little hometown of Scobey, way up in the northeast corner. It’s called the Big Sky Country for a reason. It’s the flatlands of prairies, farmlands, and sometimes a town here and there. You can see down the highway for miles and the bright green and gold patches of land seem to roll on forever. The entire half of the global sphere of sky is visible from horizon to horizon. I had forgotten just how beautiful this part of the country is. Just some things I guess you take for granted until you come back as an adult. Looking forward to some relaxation, some writing, some family time, and hopefully some local food experiences. Stay Tuned...
No comments:
Post a Comment