It’s Monday night and another week is underway. Happy Last Day of Spring, for tomorrow kicks off the season of summer and is the longest day of the year. Tonight we’re sliding back to summer 2005. The summer of 2005 was a big one for me, for Mr. Sally J and I got the call that we were matched in a domestic adoption and we became parents that August. But I’m going to focus on June of that year, before everything started being set in motion for that.
In June of 2005 Mr. Sally J and I flew to Montana for a wedding and saw the Rocky Mountains for the first time. We were in awe, and we agreed that our kids shouldn’t be thirty (like we were) before they get that far west. We put hundreds of miles on our rental car over that long weekend, just driving around. We hit the state capital, Helena, climbed a few mountain trails, and learned a lot about Lewis and Clark. We even got to drive to Butte for our departing flight, and spent the night in a tiny motel in a tiny town that taped our key to the office door because they had turned in for the night (it was 6 p.m. on a Sunday). We spent the night looking at each other in the tiny room, eating granola bars because the two diners in town weren’t open on Sunday, and the grocery was closed for the day.
What were you up to in June of 2005?