Soon the mountains gave way to rolling ranch lands as we headed back to Avon.
Because of the time, the MM decided we should eat at the Avon Cafe – it was Monday and that meant meatloaf. (“Meatloaf Mondays). By the cafe is fairly popular and by the time we got there, the meatloaf was gone – however they still had other great food.
Here I am In the Helena Airport – waiting for my flight to Denver – not knowing that some gigantic germ was about ready to attack my already cold-drenched head.