Day Eight of Montana Trip: The boys headed to the golf course while Mary Jo and I rented some mountain bikes. We rode to a place called “Goat Lick” where the mountain goats come down from the peaks and lick the minerals and salts found on this particular cliff. We watched the goats in their yearly routine…sleeping and licking.
The afternoon was very relaxing. The best thing about this hotel is that there was no t.v. and no telephones. I loved it. I curled up on the chair with a good book and enjoyed my escape from the city. The boys got back and we ate dinner at the hotel. Our waitress was a girl from Poland, named Agata…she served us several nights in a row. We loved Agata, especially when she would say, “can I get you somsing?”
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