Summer decided to show up in Bozeman about a week ago. The days have been warm and the evenings have been perfect and long. Tonight we ate dinner with some of our exceptionally lovely neighbors, whose band of merry children our young'un disappears among. When the sun had set over the pond, the mountains had graduated from amber to purple, and our conversation had finally wound down enough to think about cleaning up, I realized it was well after 9. Oh, wondrous Montana summers.
Of course, the kiddo has trouble getting to sleep at a decent hour under these conditions. She really only gets serious about having second dinner around 10. She's sitting a the table now having her second course. Just now, she asked me, "Dad, when is there going to be enough snow to sled?"
Ug, I thought. Summer just started. The mountains still have too much snow to get up high. Dar. I'm still hoping for the pack to melt, eagerly checking the Snotel map daily. "Well, in about five months," I said somewhat reluctantly.
The daughter emitted an eloquent sigh and languidly and morosely replied, "It's taking forever."
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Montana kid. I revel in summer here too and we are much warmer than ya'll are!
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