Sullivan Bridge

There is a quiet beauty to this part of Montana. No there's not the big, breathtaking mountains of Glacier National Park which lies 60 miles to our West, but there is an unassuming beauty none the less.
This afternoon was one of those moments that this quiet beauty snuck up on me. Dh came home a bit early from work, and after my afternoon violin student left, we bundled up, grabbed the dogs, and headed out to explore.
We drove to Sullivan Bridge, which is about 30 minutes from town. The drive takes you right through one of the wind farms that dots this stark landscape. The pink light of the afternoon coupled with the snow-covered fields painted the farm in a peaceful glow.

The Sweet Grass hills rise up in the background, breaking up the continuous prairie.

The road leaves the high plains and dips into the river gorge.

We stopped at the convergence of Cut Bank Creek and the Two Medicine River. Here they form the Marias River. All were almost completely frozen over with the cold we have been having.

Little W was bundled up and loved watching the dogs run and his sister explore.

Bella, being a lab, found the only water available in the few shallow puddles along the shore.

My happy boy enjoyed every minute.

A explored of course. Hiking along the river, finding tracks, and sticks, and logs to climb on.

The light feel in just the right way and I had to capture this moment.

A fallen tree makes the perfect balance beam and the perfect end to a lovely afternoon.