My man, Alice and I drove down the Bitterroot valley so that Andy could get a 20 minute lesson on how to ride a horse from our friend Abigail because he will be riding a horse for 28 miles tomorrow. The second photo is him trying to do an emergency dismount. I hope he does not need to use this maneuver as it was not as smooth as Abigail’s demonstration. He will have one sore ass. This I promise. He is going into the Bob Marshall wilderness to float the south fork of the Flathead River for eight days with our friend Chris.

Seriously. Look how cute my little cowboy is. His hat is turned around backwards because he was going so fast.

I put on my bikini and jumped in a river. OK, so my bikini doesn’t fit so it was more like a sports bra and undies, but it worked like a charm.

It is the absolute best swimming hole I have ever been to. And that is saying a lot. I will not announce it on this blog, but friends, know that I will take you there soon. I will tell you how perfect it is however: an eight- foot deep pool of crystal clear water that is consistently fed by an icy cool mountain stream, tons of rocks to lay on, sit on and a perfect bank to relax and read; several ledges at varying heights to jump into the perfect pool; the trail to it is off a main trail that hundreds tread on every day but the turn is inconspicuous so it is nearly always vacant; it is a 20 minute drive from my house; even pregnant ladies can handle the not-too-steep descent. It is mouth watering.