Keep close to Nature's heart... and break clear away,
once in a while, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods.
Wash your spirit clean.
~ John Muir
I grew up by the ocean, always by the sea. My father an avid sailor, this is what we would do on the weekends, sail. Though enjoyable, my heart was in the mountains. I loved climbing and exploring new peaks and finding special spots with views for miles - I felt the world was so big "up there". As a child I would build forts, make little troll houses with moss and fallen trees, pick mushrooms and berries with my grandfather. Ride my horse and ski in winter....it was the mountains that I loved.
Watching the Norwegian Olympics in Lillehammer in 1994 on TV there was a clip from Whitefish, Montana. Tommy Moe, a local competing in the downhill skiing.
I yelled at chef to come and watch- never had I seen a more beautiful place as the Flathead Valley.
Later we moved to Rhinebeck N.Y- Pierre a student at the Culinary inst in Hyde Park. At the time we were living in a charming red saltbox built in 1829. Our 2 babies Julian and Sophia were growing and healthy, Pierre and I made many friends and it was a nice common ground between Norway and Canada. Hudson Valley was beautiful. That year I watched "The Horse Whisperer". I saw it 9 times- I probably know most of the lines. I was struck again...Montana.
Montana was calling.
9/11 hit...Scared, I wanted to take my children and run, run away from it all.
I gave Pierre 2 choices Norway, to family and familiar or Montana to wilderness and unknown.
Sure I was happy- I lived in a ski town, I could see Big Mountain from my north facing window. But it was the Swan Mountains the beginning of the Rocky Mountains out my east facing window that kept tugging at my heart. We now had four children, Gabriel (fog horn) who was born in Whitefish. Kids were getting bigger and our house was getting ...well, smaller, yearning for more elbow room, it was time to move. Our little bear cubs needed room to roam and stretch out a place where they could run around and explore. We needed space.
That spring we moved to our house that we now live in. This March it's been 10 years.
Our forever home.
I don't now if Montana found me or I found Montana- all I know is my roots have grown deep and my heart is somewhere on the bottom of the lake in the park. This is our spot.
I am a mountain girl and this is my Montana story.
Thank you for sharing your Montana story Camilla, it is a beautiful story. I am glad you and Montana found each other and you have your forever home.
ReplyDeleteI have never been to Montana, but your photos definitely make me want to visit. Thanks for sharing :)
ReplyDeleteYou live in the most beautiful place my friend, simple stunning. Thank you for sharing your story. So happy you have found a place to put down your roots. xo
ReplyDeleteFrom your photos you have shared on this blog I can understand what's drawn you to Montana: it's so beautiful! I enjoyed reading your adventure a lot, thanks for sharing, Camilla.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful place; no wonder it feels like home, - your spirit must surely soar when you live such stunning surroundings! x
ReplyDeleteWhat a moving and beautiful story you've told - all the more so because its true. I love how places can call us, even ones we've never seen before, let alone lived there. I love your spot, so powerful and yet tranquil at the same time. Your story inspires me, Camilla, thank you for sharing it with us. XO
ReplyDeletewhat a magical place to set roots !!! i love the Rockies but have only ever seen and hiked the Canadian portions of the range. Montana is definitely on my bucket list. Thanks for sharing your beautiful story of finding home.
ReplyDeleteSo, so pretty...I would live there in a heartbeat. But, you know...I sorta wished you still lived in Rhinebeck...just a bit closer to me ;)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful story and a beautiful place. How being scared gave you a brave beautiful gift.
ReplyDeleteI can see why Montana spoke to you, its beautiful. A delightful story you have shared. My home called to me too, they are the best places to set up roots, perhaps that should be put down roots?
ReplyDeleteI loved reading about your story and I know you found home when you moved there. How lovely and I'm glad you are happy.
ReplyDeleteYour photos are stunning! You're husband survived a bear attack?! That's amazing.
ReplyDeleteAnd what a beautiful story. It brought tears to my eyes. Our Earth is such a special place. That connection we have to it. Sacred. Surreal sometimes. We are of it and it is of us. Your Montana is stunning.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE your story. Eccentric with big hearts really sums it up for me. We left our hearts in Montana. While I am a creature of the woods, we see ourselves in your neck of the woods...maybe someday. I've said it a million times but I mean it, you are one amazing lady. Thinking of you.. xo
ReplyDeleteIt must be so inspiring to live in such a beautiful place. I really wish to travel through Montana some time in the future, these pictures are stunning.
ReplyDeleteLovely to read your story! So enduring and inspiring! Thanks!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful story! Love to read about you and your family. I have visited Montana a couple a years ago and found it absolutely stunning. If I would leave Dalarna here in Sweden it would be to stay in Montana.😃
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