Montana Nightlife at the Yurt

The hike home last night up to our yurt was beautiful. An owl hooting for its mate and the moon rising through the clouds. Mollie and I sat out front of our yurt reflecting and feeling thankful while looking toward the shadowed outlines of Glacier National Park under the glow of our oil lantern.


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Gee, you think you could add just a few more words to your blog. Why so word stingy?


Hey Mary! Sorry you feel we’re stingy… sometimes, less is more. That’s why we’re living the way we do. The mantra creeps into all corners of our lives… even our writing sometimes, I suppose!


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