We just got back from our trip to Montana, where Seville got her first sunburn and a host of mosquito bites. I feel like a bad parent every time I look at her poor little spotted, dappled, and peeling face. I'm told I should get used to this feeling.
"Why go to Montana?" you ask (everyone does)(ask, that is). Jared's family has a mining claim in the Bitterroot Mountains. His Great-Grandfather was a gold miner, and the family has kept up the mining claim ever since. The campsite is where grandmother was born, the foundation of the old cabin is still there, and so is a bunch of old rusty mining stuff. It's actually pretty cool. Anyway, here is a sampling of the weekend:
"Why go to Montana?" you ask (everyone does)(ask, that is). Jared's family has a mining claim in the Bitterroot Mountains. His Great-Grandfather was a gold miner, and the family has kept up the mining claim ever since. The campsite is where grandmother was born, the foundation of the old cabin is still there, and so is a bunch of old rusty mining stuff. It's actually pretty cool. Anyway, here is a sampling of the weekend:

Seville hangin' out safely on the island of Baby Einstein. Montana looms.

The Hot-Springs gang, all clean and fresh (except for hot-spring algae stuck in our hair and crevices, but other than that)













