"We could move HERE for a year," Tim glanced over at me as we drove into the glory of the state of Montana. I knew he was completely serious. He would like the mountain life - a log home, a sparkling creek, a porch swing, snowy winters, little ones running in the wild flowers, long days of hard work followed by cozy nights under a quilt.   We were under the spell of Yellowstone for four nights. Tim's cousin drove up from New Mexico with his wife and five kids. We all parked at the … [Read more...]