Moving

There are a few things in this world that I hate, and moving is one of them. We are up to our necks in boxes of crap, that I'm not really sure if I need anymore. The more you have to move something the less you want it. Just think about that when you go to the store. "Am I going to have to box up this peice of crap and move it multiple times?" Chances are you won't be buying it.

The trick is to simplify your life. I am thinking about disposable dishes right now.

We are moving from our "Honey Moon Sweet" a.k.a. the double wide, to the "Honey moon is over sweet" a.k.a. the bunkhouse. Why the new name, about half the square footage... But it is nice, and more importantly Tax Free Income.

The view out our bedroom window is pretty awesome, stars at night and mountains in the morning. I can see daylight at the end of this junk show.

Summer Daze

With the absence of spring in Montana, summer has arrived almost unbelievably and overwhelmingly. We find ourselves incredibly busy and without rest, like a tough exercise with no warm up.


My Smith River season has come and gone, short but sweet. I have endured my worst June ever as a fishing guide, but busiest yet in terms of work. We have moved the cows up to the high country, and driven them over the quickly melting snow banks. The fences are intact and up for the time being. Even though the weather was miserable, the "spring" went inconceivably fast.


Summer still seems fresh, even though most people have only been moving their lawns for about a month. It truly is a daze between work, family gatherings, friends, rodeos, dinner, and sleep. Even though the days are longer, it seems there is never enough time.


Soon enough we will hit the point of exhaustion and tire of the heat, all though it seems hard to imagine after our last winter, we will be ready for change yet again. Sometimes, we must tell ourselves to slow down and enjoy the present of each day without any thought of tomorrow.