Little Schoolhouse Near the Big Snowy Mountains, MT
Why did we choose to drive north at a certain point? Why did we keep going even when we hit gravel? I don't know. I didn't even have a clear picture of what we might see or what might be ahead. But don't those kinds of trips always lead to the very best of places?
Oh if this little school could talk. I could see community gatherings, bake sales, picnics, children laughing and playing, long treks here for students in winter...it was such a perfect, classic little school I could hardly take it in. I didn't know if anyone else had put this place on the flickr map so to speak, so I searched and found that my flickr friend Montana Tom had not only been here but had also been inside! And it was amazing! I was heartsick that I was too intimidated to go inside myself. So please enjoy his wonderful interior photos:
There are a few places in Montana where I have said, "if I won the lottery I would live here". This is one of them. In my dream existence, I would live in a spot where mountains meet prairie. This is is--my dream space. It was stunning to see, and excruciatingly painful to drive away from. I fell in love with this place.
There was one tiny farm in the valley. They were harvesting winter wheat. The valley was humming with the sounds of harvest and summer. It was a beautiful thing.