Our last day in Montana has been bittersweet. While I cannot wait to get home and see Shaun and Jack, it is so hard to leave my parents and of course Big Sky Country. Its ok though, I have learned that it makes me appreciate the time, no matter how short it may be, that I have here and I make sure to take it all in.
The day was pretty easy going. Abby’s Great Grandma Prueter, Great Aunt Diane and Great Uncle Barry came over from Anaconda to visit and go to dinner. Abby enjoyed the visit, especially when Great Grandma Prueter let her ride around on her walker!
For dinner we headed out to Three Forks to the Sacajawea Inn. The inn has a special place in our hearts as my Great Great Grandfather and Grandmother Kleber were the original proprietors of the inn. The Sacajawea has been closed for over a year due to a buy out by another owner and a complete refurbishment. We decided to head there for dinner only a week after its reopening. When we arrived, we thought it only appropriate to take a picture on the front porch. What made this even more special was the fact that there were 4 generations of Prueter women sitting on that porch. So glad to have been there and share in the history. I plan to make sure that Abby and her brother or sister know about this place as they get older too.
The remodel of the Sacajawea was amazing but subtle and the food in the new restaurant was incredible. I wont even bother describing it here because it wont do it justice. That and I dont want to torture anyone! Just Kidding. The new owners did an amazing job restoring it back to its original historical appearance. All of it was a subtle change as I said before but enough for me to notice.
After we left Three Forks, we took a longer drive home. A storm appeared to be blowing in and it was a perfect Montana evening. I couldn’t have asked for more to close out my final night in Bozeman. I love the scenery here and the way it makes me feel.
Granted there are plenty of places that I have yet to travel to, but nothing makes me feel the way I do when I travel to this part of the country. At times I think I am a mountain girl at heart. Until next time Montana!
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