First time we’ve gathered in Montana, new locale for our annual gathering, stream of conscious recollection, bits from the weekend,

We call it “Mexico” from carefree trips south of the border in college, now an annual gathering closer to home, someone’s home, but north of the border now, still in good fun we call it “Mexico”,

Bumpy ride into MSO airport, windy windy,

Sun and clouds and a bit of rain and sky and mountains for days, Big Sky Country,

Little towns and Glacier Park and firefighters standing vigile on 9/11 in front of the station, never forget,

I’ll never forget the call three days prior from one of our guys, he could the make the trip, in hospital with new found sick, unexpected conversations had all weekend,

Black bear and Grizzly searches, huckleberry pie tasting, chilly dips in Flathead Lake, lots of boat time, and Ella Langley, Ella Fellas we became,

And catch up convos on all topics, these lives lived so far, these friends among the best humans I know, different lives lived, but at the core similar values, similar love,

So blessed, so blessed.