1/2 Bare in the Beartooths
In honor of HNT
I present a story (what else?!)
I have always been a sun worshipper.
I know, I know. . .
Fortunately, I inherited my Dad’s Greek genes. . .
From my teens on, I would sunbathe in the backyard as soon as possible - usually the first warm days in March. I’ve always loved the beach. I find the combination of sand, sun and surf impossible to resist.
Years later- when I’d get off the 12-8 shift in New York -
I’d drive to Brighton Beach to:
nap in the sun; swim; relax; eat pirozhki; and visit with the Russians.
When I returned to Montana, my sunbathing window of opportunity wasn’t open as wide. I found some deserted places outside of Red Lodge to catch some rays. I would take full advantage of them when I could. It didn’t take long for me to become known as that “nude sunbather”. Red Lodge is a town that thrives on rumor and innuendo. My attitude was to keep ‘em guessing.
My friend, N asked to join me one day. It was springtime, sunny and very warm in town. We stopped at the IGA and picked up some fresh baked French bread, cheeses, and fruit. We packed a cooler and I directed her to one of my favorite spots. When we arrived it was overcast with patches of snow on the ground.
No matter, we spread blankets and uncorked the wine. I had brought some long stemmed wine glasses - no paper cups for extreme sunbathers. This turned out to be a good thing. The wind was whipping from the west and the south. Through chattering teeth we snacked, sipped, giggled and gossiped.
N was telling me a story, wineglass aloft, making a very serious point. The lid from the cooler blew off and smacked her in the head, immediately ending any semblance of seriousness. We were glad for the extra blankets when it began snowing. Too bad we didn’t think of wool caps, snow boots, thermal underwear and scarves. We ate most of the food and polished off the wine. We went back to town and bought another bottle or four. Leaving the car in the drive, we went out to N’s deck. Finally, I was able to shed my motorcycle jacket, but nothing else. A friend dropped by N’s. He was taking an old Willys jeep out for a test drive - did we want to go? I think that we left the wine and glasses on the deck. Next thing I remember is riding down Main Street in this half nekkid (topless) Willys.
N & I were waving at everyone as though we were in a parade. Passersby waved back, amused. The Willys driver got such a kick out of it - that he drove back and forth several times.
A few days later, N & I made another attempt at sunbathing. We ended up on the road east of Bearcreek, trying to rope a calf. I think that there may have been wine involved in that episode, too. But that’s another story.
Okay, this isn’t a good “half nekkid Thursday” photo - but the four of us are showing some skin.
June 9th, 2005 at 1:50 am
You even had great cleavage as a kid!!! I tried a chest one this week after your great photo last week… and still, no cleavage on mine… I tried though.
June 9th, 2005 at 6:24 am
Livin’ Large!
Linn
June 9th, 2005 at 6:46 am
Well, naturally, I am going to focus on the food, not the skin! Those “things” must be from the same family as the cabbage burgers or kraut birok that I learned to make from the boss’s mother? bonnie
June 9th, 2005 at 7:29 am
Hey, welcome to HNT! Hope you keep it going…. Never thought of an inanimate object as being half-nekkid, but it works! One question though–which one of the 4 ladies is you???
Emily–you’re commenting to the “wrong” Moose about cleavage! The one you’re thinking of is moosekahl.blogspot.com
June 9th, 2005 at 8:15 am
COWGIRLS ROCK!!!!!!!!!
Hey I sae your blog last week I have some stuff of my grandmothers you might be interested in history of Orin Wy. State fair pictures from 1800 I think maybe later?? Get a hold of me. Also stuff on Ft.collins
June 9th, 2005 at 10:03 am
Emily - my cleavage?! Oh no, has my doppelganger been posting again?
Linn - I don’t know about large - but I am very glad that I am out of practice.
Bonnie - Yes, definitely in the delicious dumpling family.
Os - Can’t you tell? I’m the one with the most clothes on. And yes. thanks for clearing that up. I feel like the Elephant Man. “I am not an animal - but the sound that one makes.”
Hippigirl - That sounds right up my alley. Thanks!
June 9th, 2005 at 12:47 pm
Sorry… note the time stamp
I am easily confused, it’s part of my charm!
Next week maybe I’ll post my half nekkid foot in my mouth…
Still love the pic’s and story!
June 9th, 2005 at 2:24 pm
once a wack job always a wack job your bro steve
June 9th, 2005 at 5:13 pm
send snow! It’s 95, heat index of 101 here and the heat feels like a blast furnance!
June 9th, 2005 at 10:06 pm
You must scare the dickens out of the locals up there Moos.
As my mother, who moved to North Idaho ten years ago would say, hey I keep these hillbillys on their toes!
You must have misplaced your weather, it rained a half inch here in sunny California yesterday.
Nice jeep by the way.
June 9th, 2005 at 11:41 pm
Well, I guess I know my cowgirls, I knew which one was you! Great story, great pics, and sounded like great wine.
June 10th, 2005 at 6:43 am
Now that story had it all: alcohol, women in various states of undress, and a Willys Jeep.
June 10th, 2005 at 9:14 pm
You were one cute little girl, and all that gorgeous sky in background. reminds me of being a country kid too, I miss those carefree days!
June 11th, 2005 at 9:28 am
It doesn’t take much to confuse (or amuse) me, either, Emily!
Thanks Steve, you should know. It doesn’t run in our family - it gallops.
Guusje - it’s still cool here - and we can see some snow on the mountains. I’m afraid that all the heavy rains we finally got may have taken care of the snowpack though. Irrigated farms depend on that for our August & September water. We may be out of luck.
Yolo Cowboy - I probably do scare some folks. I don’t know why. . .
Babs - Glad to know that you recognized me.
TL - We never were able to take many layers off that day. Sigh. . .
Moosekahl - I think that the beach photo was taken at Lake George, New York.
June 11th, 2005 at 10:40 pm
you’re the one with the most clothes on? it’s cool to put a face to the blog
you are all looking mighty sassy there
June 18th, 2005 at 10:59 am
I could pick you out of a crowd anywhere! I remember my cowgirl days. May have to find some old pics of me in my jeans, boots and belt. Oh wow… I used to wear a belt… Those were the days, lol.
I’ve spent the better part of the last 15 minutes catching up on this weeks’ posts. I’ve been a bad blogsis and have only posted to my own this week, neglecting my favorite blogsister EVER. And of course, I missed out on a week’s worth of awesome pics and stories! I’m caught up now and life can continue on.
>hugs