The Sleeping Giant

Monday, May 31, 2010

the tetons are always so grand






and rugged, and exhilarating (even from the car). but rimi, she has seen mountains, and prefers to nap unless she sees an animal. she likes buffalo the best.
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We were pleased to find our new home nestled in the mountains, the landscape literally breathing, humming to be exact. We met her at dusk. With the curves and the strength of a mother, she towers over Helena. She has truly and lackadaisically seen it all. She watched as a town, drunk off of hope, arose at her feet. She slumbered when the gold mines and cathedrals were abandoned, when the deer began to re-inhabit what was rightfully theirs all along. We instantly related to her, this “sleeping giant,” whose name summed up the possibilities of who we could become here, both ready to make our lives much richer. It is here, under her wise disinterest, that we plan not to start over, but awaken together and daily breath in deep gulps of her mountain air.
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