...for when Montana is on your mind, but maybe not out your back door...
Brings to mind a hillside behind the Youth Camp, perched on a rock, with a view of Como Peaks. Yellow blossoms waving to the tune as I belted out my own song to the Lord.
Happy memory! This is a good singing hillside, too. Just have to pause for - or ignore - the runners and dog walkers.
Your thoughts, please?