Montana is my home. I was born and raised in the Flathead Valley and made my living in the Big Sky until a few years back when my husband and I moved to Seattle, WA.
But my heart will always be in Montana.
Last summer, we made a trip back to my hometown for my sister’s wedding. Summer in Montana is my favorite time of year. It's hot and dry but you can drive 20 minutes in any direction in the Flathead Valley and find a lake to jump in. My summers growing up were at the lake, eating Doritos, having water fights with my sister and absorbing that amazing Montana sun.
It was when I jumped off the dock into Flathead Lake and into the clear, blue abiss that I realized where my heart belongs. We had been eating juicy cherries on the porch, slowly baking in the sun and surrounded by mountains. The smooth, icy blanket of fresh water enveloped me and welcomed me back. Whooshing sounds of my sister and her husband jumping in surrounded me and then silence. All memories of my Montana summers flooded back as well as all of the love of this place. Star gazing, fishing with my Dad, family campouts, spending all day at the lake. Montana is tied to every fiber of my being, it is a huge part of who I am.
Go to Montana in August. Jump off a dock into a cold, blue lake. Grab a bag of Flathead cherries and eat the whole thing. Absorb all that you can of this beautiful place.