G is for Garnet Ghost Town

I’m a few days behind on the A-Z Challenge. I spent the weekend in Vegas and well… here I am again!

G is for Garnet Ghost Town

I was skimming through my Facebook account this evening, wasting time, when I saw this post from The Missoulian paper based out of Missoula, Montana.

Garnet Ghost Town Seeks Volunteer Resident

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Photo Credit Bob Wick/BLM

People who know me in real life, know that I am crazy about Montana. It’s the first place I’d move if given the chance to relocate. I look at the photograph to the right and I see paradise. Hopefully you’ll read the article since I went through all the effort of making the link to it (click the photo), but if you’re like me and would rather have the condensed version of most newspaper articles, here’s the summary with a little added background:

Garnet was established in the mid-1860s, when gold and silver was discovered in this little valley, forty miles east of Missoula. At its peak, there were about 1,000 people in the valley and it was a thriving boom town. By 1905 only 150 people remained. In 1912, many of the miners had moved on and fire destroyed most of the town’s buildings. It was revived slightly during the Great Depression but was deserted soon after.

Now it is a preserved historical site and managed by the Bureau of Land Management. During August and September, the site opens up to tourists and school groups. The ghosts of the Garnet Ghost Town aren’t very reliable, I guess, because the BLM is looking for a volunteer to stay on site, guide tourists, sell souvenirs, and do some light maintenance when required.

A cabin is provided, but there is no electricity, wi-fi, or running water. The cabin is equipped with a propane stove and refrigerator and the position comes with a small food stipend.

What do you think? Would you do it?

M is for Montana

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M is for Montana

Anyone who knows me at all, knows I love the state of Montana.

When you live in San Diego, people look at you like you’re crazy when you tell them you want to get out. They think you’re even crazier if you say you want to live somewhere where they have actual weather. And being OK with the idea of not having the beach within a 30 minute drive is absolutely absurd.

Truth is, I would love to live in Montana.  Or Wyoming… or Washington… or Idaho. But this is the day to write about something M-related, so Montana it is. Besides that, Montana would be my first choice of places to move to.

Why Montana? Because Montana is BEAUTIFUL! I love the ocean and the beach (when it’s not crowded, which isn’t often), but I could survive if I never went to the beach again in my life. The mountains and trees– well, if you took those away from me, I would probably wither up and die.

I also like people, but would rather not be crowded out by them where ever I go.  I need fresh air.  I need space.

Two summers ago, we took our boys up north to see friends and family in Alberta, Canada (another beautiful place). We made a point to go through Montana. Actually, I did. I planned the trip and wanted to make sure we ended up in Montana since I remember loving it as a kid. I fell in love with it all over again.

I have Western Montana in my sights and I would move there in a heartbeat, if the opportunity presented itself.

Monday Minutiae

I don’t really like Mondays.  I guess that places me in just about 99% of the population who feels the same– give or take 30%. At the end of the day, the last thing I want to do is think too much.  So, it’s good to deal in the mundane– the minutiae.  It’s also good to use bullet points.  I like bullet points.

Here goes:

  • My dog needs to be groomed– he’s a little smelly right now
  • We are studying the solar system in my 4th grade class
  • I have to make myself keep a straight face when anyone mentions Uranus
  • I just purchased a new zombie apocalypse novel for my Kindle
  • My nine year old wants to know when we can go to Hooters
  • There are Legos all over my house
  • I’m watching Sons of Anarchy while I write this
  • I don’t like clowns (but then, who does?)
  • I don’t like monkeys & I don’t know why & I feel bad that I don’t– what kind of person doesn’t like monkeys?
  • I remember what paste smells like
  • It bugs me when people hum
  • My son saw a moth that looks like a hummingbird today
  • I have a hummingbird tattoo on my back
  • My kids are still awake
  • I wish I lived in the middle of nowhere in Montana… or Washington… or Wyoming
  • I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow
  • I hate going to the doctor… and the dentist
  • Do all motorcycle cops ride BMW bikes?
  • Why did I just ask that?  I don’t know.
  • I’m craving Jelly Bellies
  • My kids are still awake
  • I can identify almost every flavor of Jelly Belly known to humankind
  • I don’t like the popcorn ones– or the peanut butter ones
  • I’ve been to the Jelly Belly Factory twice and plan on going again with my 4th graders in May
  • Men/boys should not wear skinny jeans
  • I’m almost done with this post
  • You can’t “give or take” 30% of 99%– 129% doesn’t really work
  • My kids are finally asleep– I think
  • In one hour it will be Tuesday & I’m OK with that

Good night!