About a month ago, the winds of adventure blew us to the beautiful Montana Flathead Valley where we are overwintering as house and cat sitters (for Ryan’s mom- she’s in Hawaii! …another story). The Big Boy (our camper home) lives in the driveway and days are spent enjoying life’s flow.
Ryan has taken a job as a lift attendant at the nearby Whitefish Mountain resort and Christmas day was his first official day.
It was a dark and long drive through the valley. We arrived just before sunup to drop him off and while kids everywhere delighted in opening their gifts, I was delighting in nature’s glory. As garlands sparkled in twinkle lights so did the fresh snow glisten and glow as the morning arrived.
It’s a seven mile winding descent that affords amazing vistas down on the village of Whitefish and across the Flathead Valley. To be above the cloud like mists tucked among the farms and checkerboard downtown with its little dots of light gives the sense of a magical enchantment, as though a toy train’s village had been brought to life. Deer stroll about with a calm as still as the carpeted snow. The woods are dotted with alpine style chalets picture perfect with their white trim and traditional Christmas decking.