It took me a little longer to get back out to the homestead/ranch than I expected, but it was worth the wait. We were welcomed by both the cows and a message from my phone company saying welcome to Canada! The ranch is only 10-15 miles from the border so I can see why my phone got a little confused.
The Welcoming Committee
The original homestead shack built by my great-grandfather is gone, but there are many buildings left from my mother’s and even grandfather’s childhood. At first glance it’s just a few rundown old buildings and a bunch of cow patties. However, if you look closer and listen every shack holds a memory, every hill and valley has a story. My mom showed me where she used to milk Mag the milk cow, where she and her horse Concho loved to ride, the spot on the creek where she learned to swim, the best spots for sledding, and even where the outhouse stood that she used as a child. It was such a beautiful day and so special being out there with my mom!
Old shop where my mom and her brother and sister would play basketball growing up
Where old Mag the milk cow used to provide for the family
Yesterday after church, some family members and I piled into a couple cars and took the scenic drive from Great Falls to the Utica/Hobson area for the annual What The Hay contest (see www.montanabaletrail.com for additional info). Contestants used a lot of straw, spray paint, and imagination to come up with some very creative sculptures. As we drove the 22 mile loop from Windham to Utica to Hobson, there was much chatter in the car about which display was our favorite. Below are a few of my favorites. Which one is your favorite?
Wizard of Straws
So God Made a Farmer
Hay 1 Steak Sauce
Mike and Sul-hay
Despic-hay-ble Me 2 – I about jumped out of the car when I saw these guys!
Yukon Corn-hay-lious, Herm-hay the elf and friends