Mountains, Montana, Wild flowers, Wyoming 

I feel a bit sheepish to continually post glamorous reports of our scenic meanderings. If you are sick of those style of posts- better skip this one:

We were afraid that we had been “national park wrecked” by the gorgeous Canada visit. But Glacier rose unflinchingly into the clear morning air, met our challenge, and dazzled us. The clear turquoise river dashed past us and the peaks were snow covered and the weeping wall on the “road to the sun” was practically wailing. I don’t think we are becoming calloused, but our beauty barometer has definitely been peaked out for days now.



The mountains rim the “big sky country” and the wildflowers along the way are breathtaking. Their presence is all over, like someone scattered a gigantic packet of those “wildflower mix” seeds over the entire state.


And somehow, in it’s outstanding way, Montana managed to become a favorite state for a number in our gang.


Oh and we saw not one, or two, but three different moose. Mooses, meese or whatever. (Not pictured)


Yellowstone was another interesting stop. Some of us saw Old Faithful twice. Others only once, but that’s another story.


The wildflowers continue to show up everywhere, even right beside the huge bubbling sulphury springs. I wished I could gather an armful or two of the pink, purple, yellow, and white cheerfulness. But we settled with a small bouquet for Farren.


A visit to Jackson, WY is always completed by a supper at the Bar J Chuckwagon. The food was wonderful and I love the cowboy music after the meal.

Let’s be wild flowers, scattered by the wind,

Let us grow, wild and free, tall and brave,

In places that we dream,

In places where our longings are filled.

Let us grow between the cracks of brokenness,

And we will make everything beautiful.        -g.c


I love the details of nature-like the little wildflowers-that all work together to make this world beautiful and remind me of important lessons.

Luke 12:27 “Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 28 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you—you of little faith!
Thank you, Heavenly Father!

See you down the trail, 

Kendra 

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