Coming back, and tidying up

So as you might have gathered, we are home. The car is unloaded, the bags are unpacked, the laundry is done, and we've had a couple nights of good sleeping in our own beds (a Very Good Thing).

Rev. Ref., bless him, gives a great summary here (scroll down to Tuesday, the day we left there) of our Montana stay, covering the time I was having too darn much "real time" fun to blog. He only left out a few details, and I'd be remiss if I forgot to mention a few things.

Like:

• what lovely, welcoming congregations he serves. If you're ever in the area, Christ Church in Sheridan or St. Paul's in Virginia City are communities with whom to worship.

• how well we ate. Ye gods, even all the extra walking didn't keep a couple extra pounds off.

• what an incredible piece of the world they live in. Mountains on three sides, and antelope down the road... beyond beautiful.
  

• how very much we all enjoyed the playing, and the talking, and the visiting (to them) of familiar places, and sharing at least one adventure in finding a new one.

• how gracious and patient they all were with a sudden more-than-doubling of their household, for nearly a week. The Ref, his Lovely Wife, and The Kid are all some of the best folks there are, anywhere. Even doing dishes was a pleasure in that good company. Thanks doesn't begin to cover it.

Did I mention that a very real part of me didn't want to come back?