“If you want the big hills that wear white robes and where the teeth of the world tear holes in the clouds the trail to my lodge is not grass grown and my pipe will be lit for you.” –C.M. Russell
We call it “the Old Red River House”. I live down there to the left, along the Big Rock Fishing Access lane that goes to the Boulder River. The Crazy Mountains you can see behind that ridge there on the other side of the river. All those big cottonwoods you see are along the river.
Home sweet home! Walk out any of the three doors of my little house, pause and listen ——the murmur of the Boulder River can be heard summer and winter.
Sonny was my parents beautiful Corgi, who came to Montana the last 4 years of his life. We hung out a lot – he was such a good companion!
This is great! So enjoy the tranquility in your beautiful setting.
Jodey, thank you for sharing the big beauty and the small delights of your life!
So excited to share a little bit of your daily life!! The pictures are soooo wonderful! Keep them coming!
Jodey:
As a country boy, I love the serenity of your home and its surroundings. At some point, I’d love to visit.
Wendell
Yes come visit! I’m sure you would love it. Just plan carefully – the weather dictates where you can get to at what time of year. Let me know how I can help.
Don’t let it fool you – that’s a wild river! On down a piece it gets really fun – especially in an inner tube. ; ]
Woops – that was me