Our pil­grim­age to the north­ern mid­west was prompted by a friend’s wed­ding. And also by the fact that nei­ther of us had ever been to the great state of Mon­tana. Which is just as good a rea­son as any to go some­where, right?

Can I tell you about Mon­tanans? Mon­tan­ites? Mon­ta­neers? What­ever they like to be called, the folks we met from Mon­tana were the nicest peo­ple I’ve ever met. Period.

The wed­ding was gor­geous, set amidst a back­drop of huge sprawl­ing pur­ple moun­tains and big blue sky– the biggest sky I’ve ever seen. Amer­ica, the beau­ti­ful, indeed. Week two back in the U.S., and I was feel­ing pretty gosh darned patriotic.

There were even horses graz­ing casu­ally by us as we were seated at the wed­ding. Horses! Graz­ing! By us!

Regret­fully, I was not wield­ing my DSLR for most of the trip to Mon­tana. But luck­ily, I’m the new owner of an iPhone! The DiploMan’s dad was gen­er­ous enough to loan me his old iPhone 3GS, which is still in per­fectly good con­di­tion, and good enough for me to do what i want with an iPhone– which is to take pho­tos and use Instagram.

With the DiploMan’s old iPad gifted to me and now this old iPhone from his dad, I’m quickly becom­ing known in his fam­ily as that-girl-who-will-take-any-old-i-product. I’m okay with that.

By the by, if you’re inter­ested in a play-by-play of our road­trip from CA to MT — mean­ing, if you want to know how 7 adults fared in a 7-seat mini­van — go to twit­ter and search #MTroadtrip.

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