We always look forward to sharing our summer with friends, long-time and new. Martha B. was one of our first guests in the summer of 2001, and she has been a regular every summer since that time. Two years later, in 2003, right after her marriage to Jim F., she introduced him to Montana, and both of them haven't missed a summer since.
This year, Martha and Jim introduced their friends, 
Don and Paula, to Montana. We have known Don and Paula through our annual trips to Clearwater, FL, and have long talked about hosting them in Montana. Finally, this year, Don retired and Paula finished her responsibilities as president of the Southern Medical Association. . . so the time was right! Though they were only here for 5 days, they managed to work in fly fishing on the Madis
on River, horseback riding for Paula in the Spanish Peaks, a concert in the meadow and a trip to the headwaters of the Missouri in Three Forks.
Don and Paula, to Montana. We have known Don and Paula through our annual trips to Clearwater, FL, and have long talked about hosting them in Montana. Finally, this year, Don retired and Paula finished her responsibilities as president of the Southern Medical Association. . . so the time was right! Though they were only here for 5 days, they managed to work in fly fishing on the Madis
on River, horseback riding for Paula in the Spanish Peaks, a concert in the meadow and a trip to the headwaters of the Missouri in Three Forks.Don was inspired to develop a pully system for getting groceries, luggage, coolers and other items to th
e main level. After taking measurements and generally surveying the situation, he went back home and constructed the system which we installed today. VOILA!!! No more multiple trips up and down the stairs with bags of groceries. Thanks, Don!
e main level. After taking measurements and generally surveying the situation, he went back home and constructed the system which we installed today. VOILA!!! No more multiple trips up and down the stairs with bags of groceries. Thanks, Don!One week later, Martha's daughter and son-in-law, Carol and Ben, joined us for a week-long visit. I actually lost count of the number of hikes they did. We all hiked Ousel Falls trai
l together. Ousel Falls empties into the South Fork of the West Fork of the Gallatin River (confused?) Ouzel Falls is named for a bird called the water ouzel, a strange little aquatic songbi
rd that lives beside rushing streams and has a strange habit of dipping up and down by bending and straightening its knees. The ouzels (also known as the American Dipper) were feeding their new hatchlings - a first sighting for us. Watching this feeding process was quite fascinating. One of the adults jumps down into the stream, in some cases submerging, and reappears with a bug and feeds it to one of the babies.
l together. Ousel Falls empties into the South Fork of the West Fork of the Gallatin River (confused?) Ouzel Falls is named for a bird called the water ouzel, a strange little aquatic songbi
rd that lives beside rushing streams and has a strange habit of dipping up and down by bending and straightening its knees. The ouzels (also known as the American Dipper) were feeding their new hatchlings - a first sighting for us. Watching this feeding process was quite fascinating. One of the adults jumps down into the stream, in some cases submerging, and reappears with a bug and feeds it to one of the babies.Carol and Ben fly fished for the day in the Yellowstone and Ben is definitely hooked - so to speak. Their successful day included a 21-inch brown trout, a couple of other 16-18 inchers, and too many rainbow trout to count.
We also spent one da
y driving through the Tetons on a beautiful blue sky day. We stopped in Jackson Hole for a beer at the Million Dollar Bar where the bar stools are authentic saddles. We spotted trumpeter swans just north of Jackson and continued north to Yellowstone and one o
f the more spectacular Old Faithful eruptions I have ever seen. After a final stop at the Fountain Paint Pots, we headed home to Big Sky, stopping for the pig roast at the 320 Ranch.
y driving through the Tetons on a beautiful blue sky day. We stopped in Jackson Hole for a beer at the Million Dollar Bar where the bar stools are authentic saddles. We spotted trumpeter swans just north of Jackson and continued north to Yellowstone and one o
f the more spectacular Old Faithful eruptions I have ever seen. After a final stop at the Fountain Paint Pots, we headed home to Big Sky, stopping for the pig roast at the 320 Ranch.This is a big place, and there's so much to do. We still haven't done it all, and probably never will, but we keep working on it!!
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