Big Sky Country on the Stillwater River -- looking from our friends' home, John and Laurie Beers, toward High Chaparral. |
BIG SKY COUNTRY OFFERS MULTITUDE OF GORGEOUS SIGHTS, EVEN IN FIRE SEASON
A prairie grouse poses out our front door, enjoying the late summer sun. |
PHOTOS By BRUCE KELLER
MUCH HAS been written about Montana's sky and mountains.
Although the state Highway Department used the phrase "Big Sky Country" in a 1960s promotion, the moniker traces back to writer A.B. Guthrie's 1947 novel.
"The Big Sky" is considered by the late writer and critic Wallace Stegner "the best" of Guthrie's six novels dealing with the Oregon Trail and the development of Montana from 1830 to the 1880s.
The Fishtail Store is an institution. |
Up the draw toward the artesian well, High Chap colors are turning. |
Wild fires surrounding us give an even more golden glow to the sunsets. |
Tourists and natives alike also love Montana's mountains. Writer John Steinbeck said they were the kind of mountains he'd make if mountains were ever put on his agenda.
RETURNING to the mountains this year has special meaning for us. When we left nearly 13 months ago, for our winter base in San Diego, we were climbing slowly up the list for Keller's liver transplantation. We did not know if we would be back this year, so even the sometimes smoky view at the Beartooths is a blessing.
High Chap's mountain at the "top of the prop" provides a setting for an annual picnic and saxophone serenade. |
We crossed paths by only days with the "Georgia contingent," a group of Atlanta based sojourners and like-minded friends, who closed up their places just after we all met by the river for a "no labor Labor Day party."
Gooseberries, chokecherries and elderberries are favorites with deer. |
Sandhill cranes greeted us on our drive up the valley to home. |
Wild roses are still blooming, albeit only a few. They are glorious. |
WE'RE thankful to celebrate our return with these friends who have had their own losses, illness and accidents during our absence and challenges with the transplant. We're planning an encore climb up the hill behind our home, to the "top of the prop" as we call it, for me to offer a picnic serenade with my saxophone.
And while little things are frustrating -- a few trees lost to winter -- we feel the same love we always feel when we land in Montana with its beauty and staunch pals. There's no place like it. As Steinbeck put it, "For other states, I have admiration, respect, recognition, even affection. But with Montana it is love. And it's difficult to analyze love."
The Ariel String Quartet thrills a sell-out crowd at an earlier Tippet Rise event. |
Welcome home. We have all missed you. Take more gorgeous photos and write on!!!
ReplyDeleteWe are excited to see Tippet Rise, on our agenda for next year. One of our Spanish artists has a gorgeous piece there...you have written about him. Gracias for this splendid blog.
ReplyDeleteWe had the good fortune to visit your glorious Montana. Steinbeck was right, and you nicely carry on the legacy. Looking forward to seeing and hearing more of your impressions.
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