Once again finding myself in one place for far too long, I departed the good old Midwest for the far Northwest, with Montana (aka "Big Sky Country") in my sights. I had high expectations, as I had heard a lot of great stories about the wild west, with it's wild animals, including my Aunt Skinny & cousins: Celia, Rowan & Mason!As soon as the plane touched down, I knew I was in the right place, as I was greeted by a 9 foot tall grizzly bear that was luckily past its prime. Once we got out of the car park, I took a deep breath of fresh Montana air and got a true sense of how Lewis & Clark must have felt.
Corny nostalgia aside, Montana is a state known for its great outdoors, punctuated by the bold Rocky Mountains piercing through the endless grasslands. Okay, now I'm really done with the corniness. However, I did not venture too far beyond my aunt's backyard. Most of my days were spent practicing to become the next Tiger Woods. I practiced my drives and putts, and worked my calf muscles out on the trampoline (video below). Like many great athletes, I try to train at high altitudes to get my lungs in the best shape possible. In the end, I had a great time with my cousins, and I can't wait for the next time I fly their way.
