by cheri sabraw
Ordering a cup of coffee and a latte in Montana is an intimate experience.
Driving off the highway and taking a conference call can be intimate as well.
Old cottonwood trees stand like sentries on deserted rural roads.
Rocks, sagebrush, grasses, cottonwoods and mountains remind we harried city-dwellers that a different way of life does exist in Wyoming.
We spot a huge nest built by a Charles Dickens’ architect atop a power pole. Upon closer examination, we see an osprey mother and her two chicks, seafarers looking for fish on the Shoshone River.
On the way to Cody, Wyoming, we are surprised to see a red rock bear paw on the side of the mountain, holding up the carpet of sage.
It’s windy in Wyoming and Montana. Here in Cody, the locals prepare for a nightly rodeo. We decide against attending; instead, we watch the flags ripple and wind swirl from a dusty deck.
We arrive at the iconic Murray Hotel in Livingston, Montana, where we understand personalities such as Sam Peckinpah, Robert Redford, the Queen of Denmark, and others have stayed. The rooms are quaint but small. The elevator hails from 1905 so in order to ride it, one of the employees must take you up.
From the Murray, we drive through the Paradise Valley, Montana. From this location, Yellowstone National Park is very close.
We leave Montana and head to Colorado.
After a long two days of driving, we arrive in Eagle Colorado, just in time to appreciate our friends’ glorious aspen trees and a marvelous concert at Bravo! Vail.