Woke up to discover that I had somehow used our entire month’s data allotment in a day. A real problem when you are staying at a remote cattle ranch where data is necessary as it’s sans wi-fi. The likely culprit? The ABC News app playing in the background overnight.

Came to fully appreciate the phrase, “Vacation Sigh.” As in the first, full deep breath of relief when you finally stop, rest, and realize your vacation has begun in earnest. <inserted contented Ahhhh! here>

Screamed bloody murder (apparently) while showering after a giant black moth landed on me unexpectedly as I was shaving my leg prompting Brian to race in to make sure I wasn’t dead.

Deemed our adventure up the Beartooth Pass in search of Black Rosy-Finches a damn debacle thanks to my vertigo and worsening fear of heights. Calmed thy myself by visiting a brewery and postcarding to loved ones while drinking a cider after we made it down.

Chuckled at the “slow down” sign posted on the rural farm road leading to our cattle ranch Airbnb. Just a reminder: a dog doesn’t need to be smart to be loved.

Half-jokingly instructed Brian, “No more dirt roads!” for the duration of the trip thanks to being jostled about for two days in our quest for vacation day trips. Montana is just as pretty from paved roads I think.

Narrowly escaped drinking my beer after a fly landed in it while relaxing on the porch of our cabin. Immediately handed it off to Brian and watched in amazement as he fished it out and drank it without missing a beat.

Enjoyed a spectacular thunder and lightning show from the safety of our darkened kitchen. Oohed and awed appropriately as if we were watching Fourth of July fireworks.

Enjoyed an early dinner at a BBQ restaurant full of kitsch galore including a life size statue of Betty Boop wearing her own matching mask. Glad to know people’s senses of humor made it out of the pandemic.

Happily counted to our little hearts content while cattle ranch vacationing. As in we saw 36 species of birds, 133 rail cars on a train, 8 deer crossing the mighty Yellowstone River, 23 antelope eating our host’s alfalfa, 3 books read, 8 episodes of BroadChurch binged, and 3 moths invading the cabin on our last night resulting in what forever will be known as MothGate.

Me? I’m just taking photos of my favorite mug full of my favorite coffee from my favorite view.