As a welcoming gesture, the monkeys of Montana planted 11,000 red geraniums (my favorite) with the year of my birth spelled out in the middle. My accommodations (seen in the background) were regal, but a bit drafty.
I felt it necessary to pose in front of the chambers I will no doubt one day preside over. (Should make a great pic for my biography - what foresight!)
Prepping for my future role of Senate Dictator - these Montanans are sooo Colonial (my
real wig was being re-powdered at the time).
My favored spot of repose. A day in the stocks to the man who mentions my ever-balding head!
Poor Grampy, he was overwhelmed by greatness when cousin Cormick and I held an audience with him at the same time.
Auntie Riggs personally toured me through the municipality of Missoula.
Uncle Dan has the strength of a woodsman and the touch of a wet nurse!
I bravely volunteered to protect the women folk from bears while they walked the dark woods.
A bear, EEEEEEE!!! Oh wait, dear me, that's only a black lab. Carry on.
Cousin Cormick's muscular physique was the talk of the town water park. Natural models abound in my bloodline...
Cormick and Mother raced for my entertainment through rings of scalding water!
Truly, the celebrations were endless!
Found again in my favorite spot, this time by the s'more fire Grampy build to my great satisfaction.
I would have eaten several of the so called "s'mores" myself, but I detest sticky hands.
Coach?! Who booked these tickets? I want answers!
After being given a first-class window seat, I was able to survey my vast lands and ponder the wondrous times had in the land of the Big Sky. Until next time my dear 406ers!
Hahahaha!!! '...the real wig was being powdered', you guys are too funny!
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