Friday we took off for Yellowstone, actually at a reasonable hour. I was proud. But to the west, headed our direction:
To the east:
The sky here is fantastic.
A ways up the road we thought we were finally hitting the rain.
But it wasn't rain.
It was a giant cloud of pollen. We actually saw it rising in the west, but thought it was just a farmer plowing or something.
Here is the shot from after we got through it.
One more thing to add to the list of things I've experienced here in Idaho. Idaho is pretty fantastic.
After four kids, ten moves and nearly two decades, we are still blissfully in love (most of the time) and I found myself back in the state I was born and raised in. It has definitely been a journey. In fact, on our 18th anniversary we pulled the last of our stuff up over the pass and into Montana, leaving our surprise love, Idaho, behind. But Montana is a great place. The last best place according to some. And we fully intend to explore as much of it as we can! Join us on our continued adventure through life, love and other stuff that comes with it.