Another Thanksgiving has come and gone. I think this has been our most "low key" one ever. Lou Lou's family wasn't able to make it so it was just the 6 of us ( Clark is still working in Hawaii).
Michelle doctored up the turkey this year with garlic and rosemary.
Michelle also set the table. Michelle loves being a homemaker!
We played Ticket to Ride a few times. Brad was the high winner twice with scores of 207 and 197. Whatever Brad!
There is just something about a mommas bed isn't there?
The girls and I went into Lethbridge for shopping and sushi, which was pretty yummy. The bento, not the shopping.
Yep, another game. See how happy everyone is while waiting for Mark to take his turn?
Brad and Michelle took a drive up to Waterton and this is what they found. It is not summertime anymore :(
They also found the elk hanging around. No bugling, but still very cool. Sometimes you can see hundreds of elk.
This is a little rest stop just the other side of the border. I like how Old Chief is there in the background just hanging out. This was taken on a mail run to Babb. With no shipping on most items these days and no Montana tax, shopping online rocks!
Our little local paper is little, but once or twice a month it is packed with information. Do you see Laurel's name?
Poor Michelle was SO embarrassed when we met up with Lou Lou at Costco. Like, really embarrassed! Lou Lou and I usually plan what we are going to wear when we are together even down to our hair. One of us has to wear it up or down. This time it didn't happen and look what happened! We're twins, it's gonna happen!
Just a few more weeks and we will ALL be together again!
Old Chief is a landmark here in southern Alberta. The funny thing, is that it is in Montana, just barely over the border. People climb Old Chief. A few years ago, I thought it would be kind of fun to get a group together and climb Old Chief when I turned 50. Didn't do it, haven't done it and I don't think I ever will. I might change my mind, but I'm just not feelin' it. Clark climbed it this summer and LOVED it and now he wants me to climb it with him next summer. Maybe. Maybe not.
We look out on Old Chief every single day. He is just outside our kitchen window, our bedroom window,and our living room window. He is always changing because the weather is always changing here. You see him when you drive, when you hike, when you fish, when you motor bike, when you ride, in the summer, in the winter, in the spring, and in the fall. He is everywhere, most of the time.
I decided to post a few pictures of Old Chief.
This is one of Brad's favorites.
I really should be facing the camera.
This picture and the next are some of my favorites. Mark and I were driving home from fishing and I had him stop so I could take these two pictures. It was at the end of a summer day and the sun was hitting Old Chief in a way we don't see from our house.
From on top of a horse.
This was taken right outside Neal's school last year. Graduation from "grade 9". He is now in high school in "grade 10".
Taken from inside of a truck on our way to the community pasture round-up in September.
Spring time, nope late summer? How about mid summer? All I know is that I love the blue and the green!
The crazy thing about this picture is how close Old Chief seems to be. This was taken from our deck. We are not very close to him at all from here. I don't know if it is the air, the weather, the sun, the moon, the stars, but he seems to keep us on our toes.
This was taken at the US border crossing a couple of weeks ago. A different shape all together.
Clark took this and the next three pictures this summer on his hike up Old Chief.
Old Chief is very narrow at the top due to erosion.
Cwark is so big and bwave......huh Brad? ( I just want to see if you read my blog Brad)
So I am a volunteer for Find A Grave. I know. That sounds kinda weird. A couple of summers ago I was helping a woman that had contacted our Bishop, to find some pictures of distant relatives in this area. She was related to the Cahoon's so the Bishop thought I would be a logical choice. Sure, why not? Her inquiries made me a little more interested in how we "met up" so in my searching I happened upon the Find A Grave site. It was pretty interesting and figured I could help. Within the last couple of months I have been contacted through Find A Grave to photograph headstones for people who are interested in finding information on their families. All three cemeteries were in Montana, right over the border in and near Browning. I figured this was something I didn't want to do alone and knew that Lou Lou would want to come along, plus we figured it would be an adventure too.
This is the Cahoon Hotel in downtown Cardston. Yes, it is our Cahoon family, but not as close as you would think. This "hotel" is not a hotel anymore. It is really run down in the inside, like really rundown, and it is the kind of a place where undesirables might live and hangout at. Anyways, I was sitting in the car waiting for Lou Lou while she was picking something up, and thought I would use my new found setting and take a cool picture for fun. Thus the start of our day.
So Browning is a town where the Blackfeet Indians live. It is a small town just outside of East Glacier. It is flat, and windy, and kind of an unkempt town. We pass through here on our way to and from Utah. We always stop at the same gas station to fill up one last time and get our favorite US treat. Mine would be Hostess Snowballs, Neal likes the Hostess Chocolate Pies, and Mark loves their chicken wings. Anyway, this is a picture of St.Michael's Cemetery. Super interesting. Graves just placed here and there in no particular order. A few little walking paths and nothing is kept up. You gotta click on the picture to get the idea. We were looking for 3 graves here and found 2 of them.
There are some neat places to stop at. There is a Blackfeet Museum and a big shop that sells some neat native items, but we decided to go to the pawn shop. It has some interesting items for sure. Pendelton blankets, clothing, boots, and more used socket wrenches than I will ever see again. There were buckets of them. Weird.
And saddles. Lots of saddles just stacked on top of each other.
Our next stop took us to Dupuyer which is about 30 miles south of Browning. No problem. We have enough gas to get there and back and plus I am sure there is a gas station there. Our family has gone through Dupuyer maybe 50 times or more. Nope. No gas station. We did see this pump, but it was just on the side of the road and clearly this pump was not in working order. We didn't really know where the Dupuyer Cemetery was so we decided to drive 30 more miles to Choteau where I knew there was a gas station for sure. We didn't want to go searching and searching for the cemetery and use up the last of our gas right? Guess what? When we headed back to Dupuyer the road to the Dupuyer Cemetery was at the end of the block where this gas pump was. Oh, and we found who we were looking for here as well.
Choteau is a neat little town with some character here and there.
Dusk is the time to watch for deer.
This is the entry to the Holy Family Mission Cemetery. Yep, we are adventuresome. It looks darker than it really was, but really, it was a little dark to be headstone hunting. We had to look for Charles Choquette. He was kind of a big wig in this area and his name was on the information board at the opening. We couldn't come all this way and not try to find him. We had no luck though. When we go to Utah in better weather we will have to get off the beaten path and see what we can find in daylight.
It's pretty vast out here on the Blackfeet Reservation. This has info. on Charles Croquette if you click on it.
The graves are interesting for sure. Lots of plastic flowers and momentos. We thought this was interesting. It certainly tells a lot about the person. I know, you are probably thinking that this is a weird picture to post, but it's interesting and it certainly added to the experience.
Yah, I ran over old barbed wire. Oh and to make this creepier, when I was taking a picture of the entrance board (above), I heard a gunshot. No word of a lie! It wasn't like right near us, but I could kind of hear the richochet. Lou Lou said it was probably from hunters so we were good. We weren't going to come all this way and let a little flying bullet stop us. No Siree.
This is actually Lou Lou, but I have the same jacket and shoes so really, it could be me too.