Cabin Fever

My previous post was on this hot spot. Big Sky? Uh. No. Small World is more like it. Turns out that my father and stepmother know the owner. Gregg. My new BFF.

Gregg was kind enough to invite us up for a visit.

On the drive up to the cabin I had my toes crossed and my mace ready just in case he had some notion to knock me off over my (barely) flip post. Thank god there were too many witnesses as Gregg and his lovely wife had arranged a picnic up at the cabin for friends. Whew.

Gregg helped me make sense of a very unique and incredible property. It turns out that one of the guys who invented something to do with Nike Air (not details I retained) built this cabin on the edge because he LIVES on the edge. He used to HANG GLIDE off of his front porch.

HANG GLIDE OFF OF HIS FRONT PORCH!

That's normal.

Gregg gave me a quick tour. The cabin is decorated perfectly. Here is the little kitchen. Small but bigger than Manhattan-style.

Hide curtain detail. LOVED!

Dining room outfitted in a set from Old Hickory via Whispering Pines in Red Lodge. Cupboard original to the cabin. New paint and horn hardware.

Powder room. Vintage fishing creel to house the tp.

Loft.

Trap door.

Which led to...

Joke.

Outdoor shower. Where a snake wove through the grass straight across my toe.

I screamed liked a big fat baby. Big fat city slicking baby.

We headed back to town after a very nice visit with Gregg and his family up at the cabin.

We were all just crazy about the place...and we think they should keep it.

Red Lodge Cliff Dodge

Well, we are headed to Red Lodge again.

Maybe we'll buy this darling gem on the market.

This little cottage is the perfect little getaway.

Overlooking the Beartooth Mountains.

Scenic views of the valley below.

Cozy stone fireplace.

Rustic dining room for four.

Cuddly curtain pelts.

The non-living room.

The kiddy loft.

Can you smell the smores?

What??? (sound of screeching tires)

Not a place for kids. Or drinkers. Counts us out.

Our Just Okay Trip to Red Lodge, Montana

So...for the Fourth of July we headed to Red Lodge, MT. It is an historic town at the mouth of Yellowstone Park via the Beartooth Highway. My family has been going there forever.

There were a lot of guns...and even a little ikat.

Charles spent an hour shooting the belly of this old plane at the Denver airport with his nerf gun.



The town is nestled in this little valley. It is so gorgeous.


The mainstreet in Red Lodge. Population 2500. No street lights. LOTS of bars.
Which are full of the usual suspects plus a smattering of kids and dogs. Really.


Montana Candy Emporium. What a classic.




Maybe the only gun, holster, and salt water sandal combo in Red Lodge.


Watching the parade on Broadway.


You have got to love a parade that celebrates beer like this.


Bud Lite.


My stepmother's stepmother's brother (Kevin Sloan Studios/Dallas) sketched the parade.


There is even some good shopping in ol' Red Lodge. I loved these Old Hickory Tannery chairs in cowhide.


This chair was on hold for Joan. Buy it Joan. It's cute.


Yes. Even here. At the base of the Beartooth Mountains. Ikat chairs by Lee Industries. With really lovely purple ultrasuede throw pillows. Joke. Bad pillows.


The rodeo. This is the real deal, folks.


No. My dad is not holding a half case of beer...


It is a custom carrying case for vodka tonics. Montana style.


My dad's friend Pat Morris (Offensive Line Coach for the Minnesota Vikings) and his adorable wife Kathy stopped by for a bit. They say he's a big deal. More like a big teddy bear.



More guns. Plus, Kevin sketching the rodeo...


The local Episcopalian church. I want it. Badly.


The Yellowstone bus cruising through town.


More guns. Big NRA presence.


My family likes to eat. In a big way. Smoking the pig...


Imported crawfish from New Orleans.


...for the crawfish boil. In Red Lodge. Of course.



Small PETA presence.




Another Ham. Plus some smores roasters with smoke goggles.


Illegal fireworks headquarters in the neighbor's garage.


Illegal fireworks display that rivaled the big show downtown.


Sherriff. End of the illegal fireworks display.


Hangover cure. Huevos Rancheros at the Regis.


Bike riding in Red Lodge. These poppies were everywhere. Gorgeous.



Here is my advice to you. If you ever go to Red Lodge. When you come home...please tell people that it was just okay. We don't want to ruin it.