Rick,
What a photo! We spent a good bit of time in Whitefish this past summer. Glacier park is incredible. I'm real envious.
I was going to post a picture of our place in the north Georgia mountains...(excuse me while I finish laughing.....yea, right, after seeing Rick's picture I feel really secure saying "north Georgia mountains"), but that would be too easy...(actually it isn't easy at all or I would do it...I don't even know how to do the smily faces yet). Anyway, to see our place you'll have to use your imagination. Close your eyes and picture clear blue skies, a touch of a breeze, crisp air, a white blanket covering the landscape....then forget that picture 'cause it looks nothing like our place. We're talkin' north Georgia in the winter! So it's usually overcast, windy, and rains about every other day. The high is 40. The low is 40. With the windchill factor it's 40. Now instead of the snow covered landscape, picture something a little different: Red, gooey, thick, sticks to everything clay mud. The kind of mud that keeps your farrier in a very good mood, and makes him a rich man. The kind of mud that doubles the diameter of your truck tires. The kind of mud that causes you to get a strange look on your face as you walk to the barn in your muck boots and you realize, as you take your next step, that the boot that was on your left foot no long is. Yep, Rick, I think we would be glad to trade our little slice of heaven for yours!
Bill Cook