We went camping with the Flochs this weekend. Love the Flochs. A couple hours north of here, very, very near the Canadian border, was our campsite. We had fantastic food, drank Mules, roasted marshmallows and chatted into the early hours in the light of a campfire.
On Saturday morning we all loaded up and drove up to the Amish Auction. For those who have no concept of Montana, this area of our state is wilderness. Serious wilderness. We drove for miles and miles and miles through the forest, up mountains, and then finally houses appeared. Lots of houses. I had envisioned us being some of the only folks up there. Nope, there were hundreds of people there. Of course the folk I refer to as "Amish" are merely off-shoots. They use electricity up there and drive cars. But of course living in the woods in Montana is also much more of a struggle than living in Pennsylvania in rolling farm land. They were selling some of their woodcrafts, quilts, pies, etc. We had a fantastic lunch of chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, rolls, cole slaw. It was really fabulous. They do look like the Amish...the men with their beards and hats, dark pants, long sleeved shirts and suspenders. The women in their long dresses and little hats (tiny bonnets?). Children, children everywhere. It was an interesting experience.
Then we drove back down the mountain, across the lake and to our campsite, where we cooked like we would never see food again. Ate until bloated. Blew bubbles, climbed trees, rode bikes, had a water fight, followed by more smores, a campfire and more drinks. Delightful.
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