...Of my blogging consistency that is. I really do have a few darn fine excuses reasons for why I dropped the blogging ball.
I think the largest time suck that killed my will to blog for a bit is that I moved. Not moved from the couch to the kitchen. I mean packed up my ridiculous amount of stuff into boxes and now call a new place home. Apparently the grass is greener just 4 miles from where I used to live. But as all of you know, the moving process sucks. My posts would have been about my hatred of packing tape and the seemingly endless amount of pet hair under every piece of furniture. Seriously, I must have 100 imaginary animals that produce real hair.
Then there was the trip to Montana. No cell phone service, no TV, spotty wi-fi and downright dreamy. When I told my son to pick where he wanted to go on vacation I was imagining he'd picked somewhere like Hawaii. Imagine my surprise when he picked a dude ranch in Montana. I had been mentally preparing myself for the moment when he said "Maui"... and my life would flash before my eyes because the thought of wearing a bathing suit was more than I could take. If you want to have an amazing experience then plan your next vacation at The Covered Wagon Ranch. There are not enough words to describe just how awesome this place is.
Our cabin was one of the original ones built in 1926. It was historic, rustic and totally cool.
We had an amazing view of the full moon that evening from those porch rocking chairs. I called them knitting chairs.
The horseback rides took us to places and gave us views we'd normally never experience...
I literally took this while riding my horse up the mountain. That's pretty impressive considering that my horse, Joseph, thought we were there for the flower buffet. Joseph thought that stopping suddenly and learning down to eat flowers was a hell of a good time. We did not see eye to eye on this behavior. Mostly because it ended up in me trying not to go flying forward onto the ground. Or off the side of a mountain in this case.
And is it wrong that I really wanted to see a bear when we were riding through the forest here?
That's our riding guide up in front and my son behind her. I figured that if we saw a bear it would get them first. That's not being a bad mom, right?
And let me tell ya, they don't call it big sky country for nothing!
The last day we were there the horses were going up the mountain to their holding pasture so they could take Sunday off. There is nothing like watching 40 horses galloping through the creek and just "being horses".
And we ended our trip with as amazing of an evening view from our cabin porch as we started with.
I have to mention that those knitting chairs possessed some serious mojo! I almost felt bad for making these socks leave the ranch.
Yarn: String Theory Hand Dyed Yarn, Caper Sock (I'm in love with this yarn) and loosely based on the Prism pattern.
Just when you thought that moving and Montana were enough reason to be too busy to blog.........
I've only had him a week but it hurts my heart to not be holding him. I'll just make sure that it doesn't get in the way of my blogging from now on. But if I did decide to just cuddle with him and never blog again I think I'd be justified. He's. just. that. cute.