Make up your mind to find beauty wherever you go, in whatever circumstances you are.
Sydney, Montana. So far north- I could have handed Santa my list in person. The grocery store- the fresh produce section was the size of my study back home.
|Energy independence - a domestic oil rig.|
|Public Art in front of the Farmers and Merchants Bank|
I told my husband that the men were in back for ballast. He said they usually put the heaviest person over the wings. I told him not to go there. That was where I sat.
Before the last passenger was allowed on-board, luggage was shifted with bags of sand. It was determined that even with the weight of one more person, we could still lift off.
|When things are bleak- the slightest pop of color feels extra joyful|
The hood of the little Cessna was lifted. Starting it reminded me of old films of cranking a model t. Putt-putt. It seemed unlikely we would lift off. But we did.
|The geese which did not migrate south are smaller|
Were drinks served? Even if we wanted to pass a canteen, all that would have resulted was to have a plane full of passengers who peed in their pants.
Someone had a sense of humor. On the runway where we landed was a jet painted with the Australian iconic airline's name: Qantas.
I wrote a dear friend of the flight:
"The beauty of this land where the prairie and sky aren't easily separated by eye is breathtaking. Both shades of blues and whites are discernible only by subtle difference of texture. Occasionally a red fox stops to look at us landing intruders- show off luxuriant fur."
|Deer watching us watch them|
It is a stunning landscape. Unfortunately, the climate can eat a man alive. One night the moon was obscured by a panel of icy air. Time to drive home. To see up close what was dreamed of from too far a distance to make out any detail.
|If we had not pushed past Billings the night before, we would not have made it to Bozeman the next day|
If I stayed one more night, I might have been tempted to forgo the plucking, lasers, waxing, depilatories- all the things a Hispanic woman of a certain age do so we aren't mistaken for our husbands. I would have grown a beard to keep my face warm.
|Montana traffic- and expanse|
Dodging storms propelling blowing snow, we made it home safely to the land temperate enough for caterpillars to crawl where they will morph into butterflies.
Until we meet again- THANK YOU for all YOU do to make the world more beautiful.
PS- If you look my name up on Facebook- there are a couple more pictures from this trip.