If you don’t live in Montana you probably picture winters here as cold, snowy, and harsh. I think that’s how it used to be. And while there are some days that are pretty bitter, many days are downright pleasant.
A couple weekends ago, we took advantage of nearly a 50 F, windless day.
Henry and I walk so we can bring the dogs…and to be porters when a biker can’t go any farther.
Playing on the stage.
Loving daddy.
We took a little time to play around at the skate park.
Anders and I checked out the river level.
Winter in Montana, it’s practically the tropics.
Rigby was happy to find a snow patch and cool off.