Last night Nate and I decided to attend the Three Forks Christmas Stroll for the first time despite the 10 degree temperature. We didn't have high expectations (good thing!) as downtown Three Forks is an eclectic (but not "hip" eclectic) mix of businesses; however, we figured we could at least give it a try. We bundled Claire up in her down snowsuit, threw on our long underwear, and headed into town. Half-way there I realized we forgot the Baby Bjorn and would have to use the stroller on the icy sidewalks, and I also forgot the flyer with all the information on where all the festivities were located. Regardless, we didn't turn around. I don't have much to report in terms of highlights, unless you count a cheerful glass of Wassail (what is that stuff anyway? warmed up Tang?) and a fine culinary experience at the "Taste of Three Forks" which consisted of meat, more meat, meat, and a potato. I don't mean to paint a dismal picture of Three Forks; it's just not where you'd head for any kind of cultural experience...though Nate likes to remind me it has potential. The picture is blurred, probably because my teeth were chattering.
Claire and I did spend a nice Friday afternoon at the Bozeman Hot Springs swimming with my mom's group. She was quite the little water skipper, and after a week of sickness in our house, the soak felt great. The "I Want My Mommy" comes from the rough week we had of being sick while trying to care for a baby. I called my mom and told her I really, really wished she lived closer this week!!
1 comment:
You are officially nuts! Yet, once again inspirational! Way to not let the weather slow you down from doing a family outing.
I not sure if it was your teeth that were chattering that caused the picture to be blurry or your hand shaking in the cold. Did you manage to escape getting frostbite?
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