Okay. Technically, Lochsa Lodge is in Idaho. But to get there, we did spend a significant chunk of time driving in Montana, so it qualifies as a meandering.
We live relatively close to Lolo Pass. For those of you not immersed in Lewis and Clark minutia, Lolo Pass is the byway those explorers used to get over the Bitterroot Mountains from our beautiful state of Montana to Idaho, which is also beautiful in its own right.
Today was a picture perfect Montana spring day, the kind I wish I could share with all of my readers. I try to give you a glimpse in the next book to be released, Love on Willow Creek, but I can never quite capture the iridescent blue sky pierced by snow-capped mountains.
As we traveled up the highway from Lolo, Montana, spring announced its presence. The rushing streams on both sides of the mountain pass were littered with snow-capped rocks toward the peak, and decorated with red limbs of bushes ready to burst out in leaves. Dear grazed in nearby meadows.
An idyllic afternoon, a pleasant lunch at the lodge, and a quiet ride home. How did you spend your Sunday?