It’s that time of year when we pull out the road atlas. I have a bad case of “van fever”, too. Happens every spring. I get over it. But you can’t take the hippie out of the baby boomer that easily, and I long to hit the road in style.
I desperately want to stop here for coffee.
I want to stay in this motel.
I want espresso in Eden.
I want to sell my jeans.
I want to eat here.
“I’ll have a huckleberry lemonade and a hot dog, please.”
I want to climb these mountains.








It’s snowing in Montana. It’s cold. It’s winter. You just think you want to go there.
I like my summer Montana fantasy better!
Looks like a motorcycle adventure – meet you at the Paradise Cafe!!!
It must be time to dust off the Harley?
Connie is right… but if you get a wild arctic hare… you are always welcome to come visit us! If you come after Memorial Day, then you could pick Sapphires with us in the Sapphire Mountains very near here. Bring my wanderlust in-laws if they are not off on some cruise or out searching for Wolverines or something 😉
Love the idea of picking sapphires, but we’d have to meet you on the **other** side of the Skalkaho!