Horsing Around for Halloween

Never have I had so much fun with my sister!

Yesterday evening, my sister and I, with a truck full of brews, and a brick of cheese for sustenance, headed out to Lolo. Down the windy Highway 12 is an old bar that my parents even used to go to. The Lumberjack Saloon has always been a favorite of mine and it was a hoot to introduce my sister to it for the first time last night. They were hosting a big Halloween bash and I was psyched! And instead of driving home with all the crazies, we rented a cabin on the property so we could simply stagger back to our little abode. Worked out great! And we could just hang out before the shindig started. Our costumes? We were the 1980 USA Ski Joring team. (Ski Joring, for those who don't know it, is where a skier gets pulled behind a horse). We took some liberty with it. ;) In vintage one-piece ski suits we drank our beers behind horse masks and enjoyed the chaos that ensued.

Lots of folks wanted us in their pictures which kept us laughing. Folks were quite entertained. (How many Facebook pages will we show up on??) We danced on the bar, got runner up in the costume contest and were a favorite of the live country band (who kept throwing out quips like "hey you guys, pony up!") We, alone, line-danced to an audience and got invited behind the bar to pose for pictures with the owner. After a long night of fun we retired to our toasty, cozy little cabin for a sound sleep. Up this morning to a field of frost and the bluest sky in MT. Nothing beats a yee-haw Halloween!

I think this costume will do juuuuust fine.

Sister even has vintage ski tags!

Our Saloon!

Delicate frost rings.