One of my favorite people sent a note to the Cowboy shortly after either reading yesterday’s blog or just looking at the title.
And I can just hear her low, rumbling, infectious laugh as she wrote to him, ‘She didn’t call it that, did she?’ in regard to yesterday’s post about the term ‘lasso’. I am not sure yet if she is appalled. Or in hysterics over what a greenhorn I apparently still am.
While living in Montana and every year since, I’ve spent (along with our family) as much time as possible at their ranch. They have taken me in as family. I couldn’t love them any more. And they feel like home to me. God, family, raising cattle, fun, friends and the rodeo have been a part of their lives for generations. Maybe, but not necessarily in that order. But most likely. And having spent as much time with them as I have, one might think, before meeting the Cowboy, I might have been a little better versed in roping.
Regardless, as I was going to talk about something else entirely today (When a child walk in on… will be tomorrow) .. it struck me to write this post. Both because of the comments exchanged between my dear friend/second mother and the Cowboy ..
And, that I ran across this link.
Wisdom, when I first met my dear friend and her family, is where they lived. Where they ranched. Where the kids went to school. Where there was a hat shop. Where around the corner was one of the coolest stores/galleries and a restaurant attached the locals and visitors loved to stop. (Where I bought the purse so many years ago people keep asking me where I got it.) And where during the deep snows of winter, it took a snowmobile to make the drive home. Wisdom is like a little bit of heaven on earth. Actually, a lot. A lot of space. Incredible beauty in ever direction. And the people there would give anything to help family, friend or a stranger.
While a lot has changed; there’s been a divorce, a remarriage, the kids have grown and now all have families of their own, the hat shop has moved to a new home and so has my friend .. snowmobiles are more for sport, than a necessity .. and the cafe/gallery has sadly burned down..
There is still a lot about Wisdom that remains the same. The town. Fetty’s. The gas station. The Antler. The Cow Chip Open. Most importantly, many of the same people. How good and kind they are. Open to visitors who become family.
And the mistakes they make, learning the ropes of being a cowboy…
i would love to see a place like wisdom
It’s beautiful, Mary .. if you ever have the chance, go.
Just beautiful, and the photos capture your writing so well
Thank you so very much, for reading and leaving a comment .. I sincerely appreciate that. And love the simple moments in each day. Most of my friends laugh at the things I notice and take photos of. Probably that way with anyone that considers themselves a photographer. But I still click away.. thanks again!