I realize I feel terrible. I realize that’s coloring how I post. So if you wanna just pass this on by without reading it, I won’t be offended, but I do have a gripe. I’m trying not to be affected by these commercials for animals that are out in the cold where they show me animals being snowed on or animals out in the heat with flies, crawling all over them And I wonder did I need to see that or did they need to just rescue those animals and tell me what kind of conditions they were found in because it’s just disgusting that they were used in a guilt campaign because what else is it? I know I’m supposed to send money because it’s the holiday and my plate is full and I’m surrounded by love and happiness and family and food and these poor animals don’t know where their next meal is coming from. I’ve been in rescue a long time. Sympathy adoptions don’t last. Let him throw a blanket over the cold ones let them shoo the flies and rescue the ones that are out in the heat, but I don’t need to see it before they do. Some of the ones I rescued were in homes and being treated pretty badly one cat in particular. OK, that’s it. I feel better.
After four decades of hard work, Mark finally gets the promotion he deserves… to head of homemade pizza tasting.
So tell me, what was your milestone work anniversary gift?
I want to thank everyone for the wonderful thoughts. I've been with my brother and Lori's family.
I want to share this picture of Lori and me.
Humble beginnings.
“Ensconsed in”
Cardwell MT.
Not much here, a proverbial wide spot in the road.
We are 19 miles west of ‘Three Forks’. Which is located at the ‘Head waters’ of the Mighty Missouri. It’s called three forks because the Jefferson, the Madison, and Gallatin rivers combine together to make the Missouri River.
Lewis and Clark followed the Jefferson River.
We had supper at a local steakhouse, located about two miles from our campsite. It was surprisingly busy for a Sunday, in the middle of nowhere.
Pictures:
1. The view from our campsite.
2. A pretty little valley next to the restaurant where we supped. A bend of The Jefferson River can be seen with cattle grazing on the other side. It’s a narrow valley, where Lewis and Clark camped and traveled through on their journey west.