It often amuses me the dichotomies that can occur when you live in a small town in Montana. Today, I spent a beautiful morning outside as the sweeper for a fun run 10k. Cold and windswept, the run was nonetheless well-attended. I started out behind everyone else and picked up the wayside markers along the way. I was slow, making sure that the couple in front of me had plenty of room. I decided to have some fun along the way. Thus, the pictures below. The couple, who were carrying a baby, turned back early and I was left about 30 minutes behind the next slowest group of people. It was a fabulous day with gorgeous vistas. I concentrated on being outside and had some fabulous moments of meditation. It's amazing how much more comfortable with silence I'm becoming.
The second part of the day commenced when Leigh Anne and I stopped at the main building of Chico Hot Springs and changed from our running gear into skirts and other finery. We drove up to Bozeman in time for some lunch at Ted's (honestly, the best place for a pre-Wilson-performance meal). Then, the Bozeman Symphony performing "Ode to Joy." A little nature, a little culture, the perfect kind of day.
