We travled far and long to Garnet Ghost Town for Mama's Day. I really need to explore Montana more and Eric is the perfect guide.
Our traditional breakfast at the Hob Nob.
Harvey rejecting me taking dozens of photos of him.
The drive up, E giving me love via the bird.
Boys and their sticks. Part I.
Boys and their sticks. Part II.
Boys and their sticks. Part III.
The ghostie town! Boo!
Cool yellow truck of old!
Cool insides of yore!
My favorite building of yore.
E throwing some snow in May.
The very informative information signs that could be found all over informing us of nothing at all.
Yikes! Boys left to their own devices.
Entering the smithy we were.
Typical of me and H; he going one way me trying to go another. This so aptly sums up our relationship.
Angles and lichen, but mostly the sun fighting against the art of photography.
This door was Harvey height. People back then must have been so small.
This was H's favorite spot. He and E cooked and cooked. This boy needs a play kitchen S.T.A.T.
Pretty!
This is what trying too hard looks like; just in case you were wondering.
The ghosts of H and E.
Mama's ghost.
Boo!
Pretty!
Mama and H ghosting out.
E and H engaging in some more warfare; boys.
We are this awesome.
Ohh, old cans.
Bonding and hiking.
H pondering the meaning of life or looking for bugs under rocks; it really is a toss up.
Bear sign.
ANTS!
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