The area in and around Big Sky, Montana, is a magical place for our entire (and I mean extended!) family. One of the most memorable evenings is at Lone Mountain Ranch for their Sleigh Ride. Years ago, Greg’s brother Curt proposed to his now wife on the sleigh ride! This year didn’t top that event, but it was filled with wonderful moments…
Our Maître d’
We were greeted by Wayne, the resident dog (don’t tell him that), who took his maître d’ responsibilities VERY seriously. He politely welcomed each of us individually, accepted some ear rubs, then ushered the kids over to his draft horses (I believe the beautiful Belgian draft horses belong to the Ranch, but don’t tell Wayne that).
Beautiful (and flirty!) horsepower
We met the gorgeous horses who would pull our sleigh up the mountain for our dinner … and get us back home.
My sis-in-law Janelle and I had time for a little wine (don’t we always?!) before we snuggled into our sleighs.
Of course the horses wear sleigh bells, so we jingled our way up, with a few stops for them to rest.
Candlelight makes everything better
Then, we arrived at the rustic (not electricity, no plumbing, no gas) North Fork Cabin.
Inside, a Prime Rib dinner with entertainment by Bruce Anfinson, his guitar, and his delightful songs about Charlie Russell, huckleberries, home-grown tomatoes and the state he so adores: Montana.
Our group settled in for the amazing family-style meal of locally grown delicacies….mmmm….
My favorite, of course, the fresh Montana blueberry cobbler with hand-whipped whipped cream. Enjoyed with people I so adore and appreciate, while a great musician sang and strummed. Did I mention Montana is a magical place?
Too soon–yet just right–it was time to board our sleighs for the moonlit ride back down the mountain.
And that, my friends, is how you celebrate the magic of Montana. Sweet dreams guaranteed!