Big Sky

After our day in Yellowstone, we drove the backroads through western Montana to Coeur d’Alene, Idaho. Now, Catalina and I fancy ourselves to be city-loving folk. This is perhaps noted best by Cat declaring the smell which you and I call “freshly cut grass” as “the outside stink”. And I’m not much better- camping usually entails the word “Mariott”.  However, we were surprised at just how much we loved the vast, untamed wilderness that is Montana. About 30 minutes outside of Bozeman is the town (?) of Big Sky. During the 12 seconds it took to go through it, we nearly threw up our hands and stopped the road trip right there- never to return to Philly, Ann Arbor, or anywhere with a Target. Ringed by snow-capped Rockies, Big Sky is a hamlet of a few large, well-appointed homes that sit on their own acre or so of property. Perched on the banks of the Yellowstone River, their floor-to-ceiling windows take in some of the most beautiful views we’ve ever seen. Across the street, children were running around the playground of Big Sky Elementary while an older man read a book outside the attached Big Sky Public Library. And that was it. No stores, no Starbucks, no stoplights. We may be fooling ourselves, but I think even we could get used to that.