Morning in the Bitterroot: 2

Just west of Bell Crossing, in the heart of the Bitterroot valley, sits a dilapidated brick building. And I love it. I have loved it from the first time I ever saw it. And I have mentioned to my husband – on more than one occasion, that if given the chance, I would buy it, bring it back to its former glory and live in it happily for the rest of my days.

He, in turn, just rolls his eyes and keeps driving.

hmm, that’s life.