It's that time of year. The sun is shining and beargrass is blooming. Ben took our son up the mountain the other day to a special spot close to the ski area. It's special because it is where we cut down our first Christmas tree since we moved to Flathead Lake. There are trails and beautiful vistas. It's totally different in the summer. The winter was magical. The clouds were surrounding the mountain tops, so when we found our tree, we were quite literally on the clouds. But, in summer the sun is shining, and you can see for miles. You see all of Flathead Lake and Lake Mary Ronan to the south. You see the Swan mountains and the Mission mountains behind that. You feel like you've entered into your own little slice of heaven.
When Ben got back he showed me a picture he took on his phone: "Beargrass?!!!!" I hadn't realized we had beargrass so close to home. I thought it was awesome that he saw ONE. So the next day we journeyed back up the mountain, and as I climbed past the trail I saw the hill start to drop downward. It was fairly clear except for fallen trees. The ground was just filled with Beargrass. I felt like a kid in candyland, except these weren't lollipops, they were beargrass.
