Somewhere deep inside every man lives a beautiful place. My beautiful inside place looks exactly like the Grand Tetons.
Sometimes you just have to pack up the mules and head out.
But when you get there, you realize that your beautiful place is getting better and better and better every time you go there.
And the magic just never stops--around every corner, something majestic or maybe just a moose cooling his belly in a stream. Or a smudge of a black bear up on the side of the mountain turning over a log in search of bugs.
Let's come again...
2 comments:
I love this picture of you and Jerry. Good enough for a Christmas card.
Oh how I miss the West. Your post made me homesick. Luckily we are coming home for three months starting September. Hope to see you. I never comment on your blog, but I just want you to know I laugh during every post you write.
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