Today I took a drive up Springhill and I stop at the little ghost town or more accurately a ghost homestead that sits atop the hill. The place has a certain calm and silence, and with the murky day, the feeling was accentuated. I think about the folks who lived there and the struggles they must have endured as they managed a living up there. The winters must have been brutal and summer sublime as the Gallatin Valley stretched out beyond the homesteader’s front door.
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tavis says:
December 18, 2008 at 10:40 pm (UTC -7 )
Very nice pics man. Where is that?