Togetherness, Missoula, Montana

Moral of the Story: If you’re going to get dumped out of your inner tubes before Brennan‘s Wave, it’s sweeter to get dumped out together.

Despite the prevalence of unexpected swims, tubing continues unabated on the Clark Fork River near Missoula, with hundreds of weekend afternoon floaters hitting the water for relaxing respite from summer’s heat.

Moss Green Carpet, Alberton, Montana

As I recollect it, the living room carpet of our childhood was the exact shade of the moss on the far bank of Fish Creek pictured here. This revolutionary short-shag carpet boasted a lovely texture that also got us a bonus carpet rake, required to maintain optimum lovely texture.
If you were born before, say, 1973, you won’t understand this.
But that’s not a bad thing.
You weren’t really missing anything, except the assigned chore of carpet raking that even a 5-year-old could do - and, yes, that 5-year-old was me. Thankfully, carpet raking didn’t make my “chores that I hate” list; that was pretty much a short list of one item: dusting. But, I’ve moved on; I’ve dealt with those issues; I‘m not bitter. Really.