It’s embarrassing when my friends know more about Montana than I do. That’s always the case with Sascha Radetsky, whose knowledge of the Montana terrain probably rivals Lewis and Clark. Even though I spent the majority of my childhood in Missoula, my family was always more prone to be watching art films than to be climbing mountains. Needless to say, we aren’t a “typical” Montana family.
Each time Sascha comes through Montana (and even at times when we are in NY) he finds some way to give me shit for my lack of outdoors expertise. In an effort to remedy the situation, I decided that David and I needed to get outdoors at some point during his brief visit.
Fortunately, my dear friend Anya Cloud’s family owns a house in the mountains where horses and “rugged” living rein supreme. It’s the type of landscape that seems to exist only on postcards. Once you set foot on their land and see that it is real, the experience is heightened by the fact that the Cloud’s are (without exaggeration) some of the kindest souls on the planet.
Every time you hug one of the five members of the family, it is a loving embrace that redefines how a hug should feel. Not just a way to say hello and goodbye, it becomes a way to feel each others energy and combine it for a brief moment. During our overnight stay, David and I both received a handful of these hugs and by the time we left we were in love with each and every member of the clan.
After arriving, we gorged on a Mexican feast before journeying out to the hot tub situated beneath Montana’s famous Big Sky. The frigid winter air provided quite the juxtaposition to the warm (and packed) hot tub, and as soon as pruning ensued it was time to race back across the lawn to reach the safety of the house.

(David and I on the front porch.)
We then wandered through their land until we reached the guest cabin where we all curled up to watch a movie. It wasn’t long until the sun was poking through the windows and David and I journeyed outside to see what the morning had in store. We couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day. The sun was out, the sky was clear, and there was a healthy layer of snow on the ground.

(David shows the horses some love.)
Another delicious meal led to the suggestion that we take some time to walk around the land and explore. Some of the family came out with us and before we knew it we had reached a small enclosure with a giant tree named the “Grandfather”. The branches spiral up the center of the tree so plentifully that climbing it is almost as easy as walking up a spiral staircase.
Since the opportunity presented itself, I figured that it was as good a time as any to climb my first tree, so armed with a camera (I had to blog it of course) I started making my way up behind David, Anya, and Alex. Once I made it about a quarter of the way up (it’s an enormous tree) I decided I was as high as I needed to go so that I'd had enough to put a smile on my face without pushing my health. As Sascha later texted me, "Climbing trees is vastly underrated." I can now say that I agree!

(Walking in the morning.)

(Stopping for a mini photo shoot...with a little bed-head.)

(Meeting Grandfather Cloud...he's the big branchy one on the left.)

(David starts the ascent.)

(As I creep along behind him...with bed-head.)

(Patricia was kind enough to take these photos for us.)

(David: Tree Conquerer.)

(Anya has made it to the top before, but she decided to stay low with the mortals during our climb.)