Today, I return to my travel photos. I have been distracted by other things, primarily the writing of the final book in the Legends of the Aurora trilogy, but that's no excuse to leave you hanging.Libby, Montana: a small town of 2,600 in the northwestern corner of Montana seems like an unlikely travel destination, but I was itching to get there. Known as the city of eagles, they certainly live up to their name. It was a bright, cloudless day when we arrived in Libby. A river town, it stretches along the Kootenai (Koot-na as we were told it was pronounced)river. Above, dark shadows soared in search of a meal. Now, being a writer, I'm prone to a vivid imagination, and because I was working on the final edit of Cairn: A Dragon Memoir, those huge shadows read dragon to me.
But I knew better.At least until we drove downtown to purchase a few supplies. Something about the giant, dangling feather alarmed me.
It was all a little weird, but I stayed with the dogs will my husband went inside. Wandering around the parking lot, I stumbled on this bit of tackle. It must have been 14 feet tall. It seems the people of Libby like things big, really big.
Come back to learn why I was really excited to be in Libby, and maybe what inspires the residents to think big.
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