Readers: sorry to keep you in rapt suspense. I know you've passed out by now from holding your breath awaiting the revelation of the aforementioned surprise. Let me tell you this: I am about to reveal that surprise.
Before the surprise, we ventured on an unsurprising but nonetheless enjoyable trek. Though a sought after meadow proved elusive, we avoided an angry equestrian and found suitable pasture for our afternoon graze. Blanket was laid, frisbee was tossed, baguette was consumed, and beer was drunk.
If this blog post were a popular television show, a commercial would interrupt it exactly now, because I am about to reveal the revelation. After packing up and driving about 10 minutes from Missoula, we followed our surprisers off the interstate and headed into the foothills. (We didn't really feel like camping, and I'll tell you that we were not disappointed.) Snaking alongside an engorged river, surrounded by snowcap and evergreen, from a nearly gravel road we turned onto a nearly mud road. Friends: we arrived at Rock Creek cabins.
Our chalet was the only one on A-Frame Rd. Our eponymous cabin sat upon stilts, one of which stood in a small rushing stream. We populated the two-bed loft with grill, meat, beer, and entertainment and settled in. Our ameneties: no running water, but our own refrigerator, electric oven, wood fired stove and sauna. Rustic indeed, but far from roughing it!
I had never played stump before, but I highly recommend it. It could not be simpler to play: here is the necessary equipment: hammer, one nail per player, stump. Also: Dean and Caren can both play cribbage: bonus. What a wonderful and relaxing cap to our Montana adventure. Oh, that and I totally beat Caren at tossing the frisbee.
Pictures: coming soon.
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