Following a quick stop at the cabin, Desiree and I veered north into the high elevations above Lincoln, Montana. The roads there tend to twist back on themselves and throw you from side to side, but the views at some open turns are handsome enough that you need to stop and simply take them in.
I
love Montana’s landscapes. My love runs deep for the high-bucking mountains,
the long plains, and the rivers lashing through it all. “There is little I
enjoy more than driving these mountain roads,” I told Desiree as we ascended a
long incline dappled with shadow and light.
“I
love it, too,” Desiree responded.
The
thing is, my island girl meant it. Though she has been here for less than two
years, the landscape has already grasped something deep within her. She captures
images of each mountain range as we drive from place to place. Every wildflower
within view is studied appropriately.
Today,
I am sharing photographs I captured on our latest mountain drive.
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—Mitchell
Hegman
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