Two Thanksgiving dinners were shared with my mother in the warm embrace of Raymond’s family (which honestly feels like less than a year ago).  But lordy the last Thanksgiving with mom was TWO years ago (last year I celebrated Thanksgiving in Bhutan…!)  Grief induces a weird time warp.  Intensely vivid memories play with weighty emotions.  I needed another totally different Thanksgiving holiday experience.

We found it:

Unforgettable Thanksgiving

Rocky took this photo of me at Thanksgiving afternoon at the “Kicking Mule Saloon” – one of several buildings restored and recreated into an imaginative western ghost town beneath the Tobacco Root Mountains.  The ghost town was conceived and created by Kat and Rocky – two lovely warm-hearted beautiful inspiring people.  The wooden boardwalk western “Main Street” sits as a full-of-character embellishment between their home and Rocky’s studio.  We were lucky to be able to spend the holiday talking art, life, survival and adventure at their awe-inspiring home.  Kat prepared a scrumptious traditional dinner.

Rocky’s studio is one of my favorite places to refuel with “art juice.”  I’ve admired his work for decades:

Rocky Hawkins