We wrapped ourselves in layers and braved the blast of frigid air.

Nothing like the 85 degrees we left behind in Las Vegas.  Montana isn’t for sissies.

The crisp air crept up our noses and invigorated our already excited pack of six.

Stomping across icy patches and past mounds of every snowman’s dream, we crossed into the quiet zone.

That’s where we saw them – Sam and his neighbors.

Sam is nine feet tall and weighs 1000 pounds.

His neighbors, a feisty brother and sister, are much slighter in build, but have sensitive ears. The brother is going grey and little sister isn’t far behind him. The quiet zone. Not the easiest task with six kids, but we managed a low hum… (please join me at My Freshly Brewed Life today for the rest of the story)

Isaiah 40:31

but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.