Montana!
Can you smell the banjo?
We were invited to a wedding near Yellowstone
National Park in Montana, so we decided to make
a vacation out of it.  We stayed in four places, the
above being the first - the 320 Ranch, also where
the wedding was to be held.
Before the wedding we took a trip to Big Sky, a ski
resort in the winter.
Not much to do in the summer but admire the view.  
That area in the back is where we came from.

At 9000 feet above sea level, the simple act of walking
is like...how should I put this?
Imagine bench pressing your own weight every single
time you take a step.

Yes, that about sums it up nicely.
About ten steps is all it takes to have to take a break.  That's
for us sea level ilk.

We saw locals go sprinting past us, their lungs somehow
evolutionized to utilize only 50% of the oxygen the rest of us
need.

It must be that same lack of oxygen that convinces so many
of them that extreme sports are a good idea.
Montana: freakin' gorgeous.
At the Rehearsal Chuckwagon.

From the left: Tammi, me, Randi and Cody (the bride and
groom), Maaaaaattttt, Tracy and Mike Huening, Melanie
Ginnett and her son, Noah (aka Feargus).
So the four of us had this band called Death Chicken.

I'll wait.

You done?

Okay, so we had this band but we haven't played
together in a decade.  As soon as I heard there would
be a live band at the rehearsal, I knew somehow the
four of us would end up playing.  Sure enough,
Cody's Dad instigated a reunion, and the band was
willing to cede control of their instruments for a while.

We sounded awful.

But it was great fun, and I hope we can do it again
before the next ten years go by.
Did I mention, freakin' gorgeous?
We haven't even left the 320 Ranch yet, and
the views are amazing.
It's Frank, the Wedding Weiner Dog!

Mmm-hmm, that is indeed a Weiner Dog Tuxedo he has on.
The happy bride and groom.

It was a beautiful wedding.
The real Geek Squad.

A game of Risk is bound to break out at
any time.