Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Smith River

Fresh air and flowing wind.  
Sneaky sunshine, and a heavy happy boat.
The insurmountable beauty of our stark and ever-changing landscape here in Montana
 has me by my toes...my cold but happy toes.
Our new boat has been christened in the swirling water of the Smith River,
the start of a great boating season.
Something new for Jesse and I as owners of an old/new raft.
Our family of friends have come closer, 
hugging the edges of the old and brings warm arms around newfound family. 
A lovely trip.  A truly lovely start to this new season.

This spring adventures brings dry tears to my eyes,
the wind piercing something inside me, 
streaming the wet down my sun-drenched freckly cheeks...
Grinning.  Gregarious Grinning.
This adventure smells delicious,
like crumbling bankside and new blades of grass.

  It's amazing that after nearly 9 years in this state,
I am still blown away by the beauty here.
Such space.  Such gorgeous sky and space.
There's no wonder this is the land of hard-working dreamers, artists, ranchers, and romantics.
This place is intoxicating.
This is my place. 

"Guard, protect and cherish your land, for there is no afterlife for a place that started out as Heaven.” 

-CM Russell