This is what you got us for Christmas, the BitterRoot Mts. in Montana (Jerry has been there, I haven't yet). We both fell in love with this picture at the Home Show a few weeks ago, so you bought it for us. It looks great on the logs, the picture is over 3 feet long, perfect on a nice big wall in our great room. Thanks again!
The Bitterroot Mountains, in Montana -on our wall- in the Sierras, in California.
Next: I am going to share with you a most exciting day in our lives as new home owners.
There are 45 cabinets and drawers in the kitchen.... plenty of space for his,hers,and ours.
The wood is all greasy, grimy, dirty and gross.
The above is a BEFORE picture.
After working outdoors in the cold and rain all day, fixing fence with Gene, Jerry comes in and decides to climb 20 feet to the ceiling and do some cleaning too. The top row of wood is dirty and sooty from the wood stove. We convinced Jerry to come back down after a bit. He forgets he had a heart attack only 2 months ago.
No day is complete at the Log Cabin without a bit of deer watching. We can sit at the kitchen table and watch the deer browse; here a doe and her twins feed next to the pasture that they will soon be sharing with a few horses.
I stood (no wooden rocking chairs yet) on the front porch at dusk watching these five. They appear to be permanent residents and don't seem to mind us moving in. There are 3 more we often see and today the guys saw a few big bucks in the back corner of the upper pasture. I hope you don't get tired of my 'wild-life' photography, I'm just getting started. Maybe a few bear or cougar later......
Dinner is finished, darkness has fallen-along with buckets of rain-, and the fire is blazing.
I'm thinking we should put on some music and practice my two-step while we have this wide open dance hall floor with no furniture. My close friends and family are shocked to read that previous sentence. Yes it is true. That cowboy has somehow, somewhere along the way, got me two-stepping.