I Love the Mountains, I Love the Rolling Hills.......

I grew up in Lovell, Wyoming at the foot of the Big Horn Mountains. I love the Big Horns. We try to go up there every summer, as we now live only about 2 1/2 hours north east of them. Since we gave up the camper and pickup a few years ago, we like to stay at Arrowhead Lodge, renting a rustic cabin.

This is the cabin we stayed in this time, although it isn't the one we generally prefer. Rustic means exactly that, bring your own bedding, everything to cook with etc. They provide beds, perhaps a table and or chairs, four walls and a roof AND it has electricity!! There is a shower house with bathrooms that all the cabins share.

Not the Taj Mahal, but we enjoy it. Here are some of our favorite events:

Laurence has taken up the hobby of making walking sticks from Diamond Willows. He does a beautiful job! Thanks to Doug Mcdonald for keeping Laurence in sticks to carve on! Laurence enjoys sitting on the porch whittling.
We like to cook in our Dutch ovens while we're there. This time we had apple cobbler (with my own homemade apple pie filling), roasted chicken with potatoes and carrots. YUM!
While we were there Aisling and her friend Durand from Powell came up Friday afternoon. Aisling had come up to Lovell from Ogden for the Lovell's Day celebration. We had a little guest at our cabin. She loved to eat at our porch. On this occasion she had knocked over Laurence's hot chocolate, that wasn't hot anymore and was licking it off the railing. Then she licked it off his glasses. I didn't get a picture as I was laughing too hard.

Laurence put out some "Inferno Peanuts". I couldn't believe she liked them. She would lick the spices off the outside then eat them. She would also take my chicken wing bones and chew on them a little then take them up the tree to her nest. So entertaining.

We got to see this mama moose and her baby. The guys there told us that the baby was about 2 weeks old. Just adorable.

Unfortunately the story doesn't end so well. Later that night we heard the squeal of tires on pavement. The baby moose was hit by a car and killed. Then when the mama moose went to cross the road to check her baby she was hit by a car as well. The highway had lots of moose hair on it. So sad. I cried.

We did see the mama the next day. She definately looked worse for wear, but looked like she would be okay. They tell me that moose only have a baby every two years.

The sunflowers are blooming right now, the lupine is just starting to bloom. It has been raining so much that the grass is a beautiful green.

When are we going back???? As soon as I get Queen Bee's website up and functioning!