Marlene’s Marlboro County

I always wanted to see Marlboro Country.  You know the kind of place…where bow-legged cowboys herd cattle with horses…where roping steers is a highly regarded skill…where ranchers shoot off their porches and fix venison for dinner.  A place where the deer and the antelope play and seldom is heard a discouraging word and the skies are not cloudy all day.  A place where the spirit of the American West comes alive. A place where a man can live his life full measure… but not too fast…a place where independence and freedom is treasured. Okay, you get the picture.

My granny instilled this vision into my head when I was a little girl.  We’d spend summer afternoons watching “Let’s Make a Deal” and when commercials with horse-back riding cowboys would come on she would say “I’d like to go there one day”.  Unfortunately, she passed without ever seeing Marlboro Country, but don’t feel too bad, she lived to the ripe old age of 89.  As for me, I was lucky enough to move to the west.  And Montana is my Marlboro Country.

I don’t have much more to say today.  I’m running later than I’d like, but that’s nothing new, but I feel really good about my day.

The girls and I watched some inspirational videos, laughed out loud for one whole minute (you should try this, you will feel marvelous afterwards), wrote a long overdue letter to my grandson, and had a nice chat with my son on the phone.

Enough already!  Without further adieu, here are some pictures of Marlboro Country taken on a recent visit to the Grant-Kohrs Ranch in Deer Lodge.


Cows grazing in green pastures
Barns and horses
Marlboro Country.  Don’t you love it?

So, how was your day?

Yee Ha,

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