Julia and I wore our typical dresses to the typically un-feminine Stockyard.
I attended a magazine launch party in heels armed with a notebook trying to take down quotes from attendees. Found an abandoned beer in the elevator to the party. Admired the string lights, live art, and the typewriter that people were free to use.
I also drove around Bozeman itching for spring to finally stop tempting me and flood everything with live, greenery and sunshine.