Paul and I flew to Billings just before his birthday in June to spend a wonderful week with our friends at Billings Faith Center and 280 noisy, energetic, awesome 8-11 year olds. The camp was the most beautiful I’d ever been to because it was down in a little valley with the Beartooth Mountains on one side, a picturesque plateau on the other with a green hillside on another side where about 15 horses grazed. Man, oh man. The clouds were huge up in the Big Sky country. We were visited by rain and/or thunderstorms just about every day but the sun would come out right away and dry things up.
I really my friends there too. We’d love to go back some time.