The other day we took our old Ford, who we recently named Clark, up highway 12 to search for the not so perfect tree. Just when we almost gave up on the first spot where all the trees were either too large or tiny, there our beautiful tree was, standing in the snowy forest in all its glory. It spoke to us, she said "I'm yours". We lugged her back to the truck where my cozy Wol Hide slippers awaited my cold toes. Ahh, what a great Montana day in the mountains.
Photos by Reed Klass