We returned a few days ago from a fun vacation in Montana, the treasure state. There’s a lot to enjoy about the place, primarily the glorious scenery.
The highlight for my kids was playing with my parent’s dogs, Mia & Taz, who are rather fun-loving Bergamascos (Italian Sheepdogs).
And there’s a lot about Montana that makes me cringe. It upsets my father when I tell him I couldn’t move back because the culture is too difficult for me to embrace wholeheartedly; however, that’s the case.
While we were there, we helped grandma and grandpa out with some chores.
Grandma fed us wonderful meals.
We spent a couple of days at Fairmont Hot Springs (watch out, that web page plays muzak), near Butte. It’s a nice resort! Unfortunately, the only picture I have of our time there is this one:
One day, Mom and I escaped from the men and the kids and sought out some yarn and fabric shops. Our first stop was Mountain Colors Dyeworks in Corvallis. We were given a tour of the facilities and learned a little bit about the magic behind the beautiful yarns. Afterwards, Mom and I dug through the mill ends tubs. I ended up buying enough yarn to make four pairs of socks–and only paid a fraction of the price I ordinarily would have. Score!
While we were at Mountain Colors, we spotted an ad for a shop nearby, Willows & Wool, that carried fibers and wheels for spinning enthusiasts. We couldn’t pass that up, now could we? It was a nice place that carried a good variety of commercial and local fibers. I bought a crazy batt of mixed fibers produced by Crosspatch Creations and some lovely alpaca from the Split Mountain Alapaca farm in Stevensville.
During our last day at my parents’ house, we celebrated Easter (my father is particularly gifted at dyeing eggs):
Everything was great, except for our drive home!