It Happened One Sabbath Eve…

It Happened One Sabbath Eve…

The Beach.  Good Friday.  Rain.  And a perfect day to ponder and reflect.

And what was I pondering and reflecting on?  A cold winter’s night as a young couple traveled to their familial village to register for a census.  On a night as the young woman neared the birth of her first child.  The same night there was no room at the inn.  The night that God became fully God and fully human.  And the journey began…

The journey to a Cross on which that baby would voluntarily lay down to accept our sins and Whose Blood would wash us clean.

Without that cold winter’s night or that horrible Friday, there would be no Easter.  There would have been no Resurrection.  And there would be no hope.

But, that Friday did happen.  And then came Sunday morning.  An empty tomb.  And the prophecies fulfilled.  The hope became a reality.  And the God/Man became fully God once again.  Our Hope.  Our Redeemer.  Our Savior.

“After the Sabbath, at dawn on the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to look at the tomb.

There was a violent earthquake, for the angel of the Lord came down from Heaven and, going to the tomb, rolled back the stone and sat on it.  His appearance was like lightning and his clothes were white as snow.  The guards were so afraid of him that they shook and became like dead men.

The angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified.  He is not here; he has risen.”  Matthew 28:1-6 (NIV)

He has risen indeed.  Happy Easter.

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Curative Salt Air

Curative Salt Air

It’s a well known fact; salt has curative properties. And the beach affords the best of the best.  Got a scratch?  The salt in the water will help cure it quicker.

Got a respiratory issue?  Breathe the salt air deeply.  It will help clear things up.

Got the blues or just need some sun therapy?  Yep, the beach has that, too.

Don’t believe me?  Well just sit back and take in the photos below and see if you don’t begin to feel better.  However, the treatment is not complete until you land in paradise yourself.  But we do what we can to help motivate you to get there!

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Carhenge? Yes, it’s real!

Carhenge?  Yes, it’s real!

Nothing on tap but lots of riding – except seeing Carhenge.  Yes, it does exist.  LOL!!  It was created by a young man to honor his Dad’s memory.  Check it out:

Then, I was off for a drive straight through to Missouri.  Well, that was the plan anyway.

I was aiming for Missouri, indeed – and managed to hit Iowa.  Oh well, just another typical Vicki Trip…

And, I took photos to share with YOU, or course!

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Mt. Rushmore and Crazy Horse — Trip Day 5

Mt.Rushmore and Crazy Horse

Well, you think you are off to a good start…and then…the road turns to a solid sheet of ice.  Yikes!!  It wasn’t fun, but we made it through.  Got to Mt. Rushmore later than planned, but was pleasantly reminded on the way that Crazy Horse Mountain was right there as well.

Was the adventure skating across the ice worth it?  You tell me:


And then, a nice drive through the town of Custer.  Yes, named for the ill-fated George Armstrong Custer.  The town has suffered a much nicer fate than the one whose name it bears…

And, I crossed paths with wild beasts again today.  They were all too quick for me to capture except this group:


Quick!  Can you name the creator of Mt. Rushmore? Hint: his son finished it…  If you said Gutzon Borglum and his son Lincoln, you would have been correct.

Now, what year did Borglum begin?  If you said, 1927, you are on a roll!!

Now, for the whole enchilada, what year was it completed?  Hah, you are a true winner today if you said 1941!

For bonus points, how many died in the creation of this incredible masterpiece?  Whoop, whoop!  If you said zero, none, nada, zip….you are a genius!

Have you ever seen Crazy Horse Mountain?  Now you have…


The rest of the photos are just from today’s adventures.  Enjoy!

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Day 4 — Yellowstone!

Day 4 — Yellowstone!

Finally!  Yellowstone.  Only two entrances open: North from Gardiner and the Northeast from Cooke City.  However, after driving all the way to Cooke City, found out the road at that end was completely impassable due to many fee of snow on it.

And, yes, I was that close to the great hairy beasts in the photos.  The one walking towards my car and looking at me was responding to me saying “Moo!” to it.  Its reaction may have cause a dirty word to escape my lips…  LOL!!!

So, turned around and drove back to the North entrance, back to Livingston and the Interstate and many hours later, landed for the night in…  uh…. Sheridan, Wyoming!

So, here are pictures from a truly magical place.  If you have never been there, it is your loss!

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Trip Day 3 — Heading Towards Yellowstone

Trip Day 3 — Heading Towards Yellowstone

IMG_0221Let’s start and end the day with some photos.  First of all, it wasn’tBackyward much of a sunset in cloud laden Kalispell last night.  It was, however, beautiful.  And tonight, as I put into port in Livinston, the skies are overcast and foggy.  It’s supposed to snow tonight and tomorrow.  We’ll see…

It was an interesting day today, however.  I managed to go down Memory Lane, in the middle of God’s country, and found that elusive opportunity.  Check it out!

Not only that, but I found some bilingual road signs that I bet you have never seen before!  Keep in mind I went through the Blackfeet Reservation today.  That may explain things.

IMG_0309Perhaps you have heard or seen the “wildlife crossings” that have been added along some interstates.  They are, basically, an overpass over the road.  But they are covered by trees, bushes and all things natural to wildlife.  The idea is for wildlife to cross interstates safely, in their own environs, and to save motorists and their cars.  Check it out!  What do you think of them?

Everything else today was about weather.  I went from 20-somthing this morning through warm enough – for me to turn the temp of the incoming air from hot to cold.  No A/C though.  I went through moments of snow to kind of sunny skies and clear landscapes.  Turn the corner and there, oh my, were more snow-capped mountains.

Tomorrow will be a day spent in Yellowstone and heading for Wyoming.  Much of the day will be determined by snow, the lack there of, and road conditions.  So, until then, enjoy these:

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Glacier National Park — Trip Day 2

Glacier National Park — Trip Day 2

Just a few signs that you might be on a Reservation:

This is the site that greeted me this morning.  Tough way to start the day, eh?

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Any place you go in Montana, you will find historical markers.  Unlike what I have been used to, IMG_0158meaning Revolutionary or Civil War markers, these primarily have to do with Lewis & Clark or Indian Wars.  Couldn’t pull over to see what this was for, but it’s the first obelisk I have seen.

IMG_0159The wall of snow along the side was higher than my car in some places.  Sure made it difficult to see some of the scenery…

I felt like I was in a sacred place today; smack dab in the middle of a cathedral crafted and fashioned from the Hand of the Master.  There was truly some praise and worship going on in my car today as I passed these incredible examples of the Father’s work!

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Some of the houses I saw had so much snow, all you could see were the tops.  I saw one car buried IMG_0170 IMG_0171and all you could see was a tiny portion of the back. This drift more or less hid this place.  On my look back, you can see they were open, but, there was a lot of snow there.

And more incredible works….

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And, for you car lovers, you can find just about anything your heart desires sitting along any given road somewhere in Montana….


Trip To Who Knows Where — Day One

Trip To Who Knows Where — Day One

The day started cold. No precipitation.  Trust me, I went outside and checked.  Nada. Zip. Zilch.  When I came out to the car with a load of crap to pack, the ground had turned white.  In less than 20 minutes.  Probably not the best start to a trip, right?  But it didn’t last long.  And it was a typical dry, powdery Montana snow.

So off we go! Into the land of dinosaurs?!?!?!  So it would appear….IMG_0067 IMG_0068 IMG_0069

There is an entire field of these just on the west side of Glasgow.  I knew they were there.  Saw a program about them on PBS.Montana.  This was my first chance to see them though.  Pretty cool, eh?  And they are as large as they look like they are.  Huge!

IMG_0076It didn’t take long for the scenery to change.  First some hills.  Then some trees.  Then flat plains again.  Then snow covered mountains to the south and later, to the north.

And once, I thought the road had disappeard.  LOL!IMG_0077

THen I passed tons of abandoned, dilapitaed and collapsing farm buildings interspersed with frozen water, fields and more.


I even passed what appeared to be an old church.  Perhaps established by missionaries to the Indians long ago?


Wow, look at the hills!  And the snow!  Would you believe I am in Hill Country?  Er, make that Hill County.


Another abandoned building.  Montana is filled with them…IMG_0109

IMG_0116And then?  I came across a fan farm.  They grow the fans really big here!  LOL!!!

And more of the unlimited beautiful Montana scenery…IMG_0121

And finally!  The mountains of Glacier National Park dead ahead!IMG_0123


A Military Ghost Town

A Military Ghost Town

I had heard about it. I had seen the signs to it. So, since I was heading to Glasgow for a meeting of the Northeast Montana Veteran’s Memorial Committee anyway, I decided to go early and make the trip. To St. Marie, Montana. Former home of the Glasgow Air Force Base.

The way it had been described to me was that it resembles a town where the clock just stopped. But, it didn’t. Time kept marching on, as you will see.

For some reason, I felt no need to snap shots on the way. So I was watching for the sign to turn to reach St. Marie. I noticed the rows and rows of housing. But not until I got close could I tell that this was, indeed, a ghost town.  A military ghost town.

Glasgow Air Force Base was a vibrant, active base from 1957-1968 and then again from 1972-1976.  It housed up to 16,000 personnel.  So, it was a good sized town unto itself.

It is now, as you will see in one of the photos, a research and testing site for Boeing.

The community of St. Marie claimed portions of the housing which are still in use today.  The houses in use are scattered among the houses that are vacant, in disrepair and many that are crumbling or have fallen.

The roads, those that are still paved, have not seen maintenance for years.  Most are crumbling and filled with potholes.  Some have been reduced to dirt roads made up primarily of potholes.

Some of the houses we saw in use looked to be barely inhabitable while others had been well cared for and loved.

It was depressing.  And for once, visiting a place of history truly unnerved me.  I could hear the voices of military children playing in the yards.  I could glimpse spouses carrying groceries into the houses.  I could hear the roar of Air Force jets taking off, flying overhead and landing.  And, it saddened me to see streets and streets and rows and rows of housing just wasting away.

Well, I’ll let the photos tell the story themselves.  Of course, there are photos from the trip back in the album as well.

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