Day 1... Second Coming

We headed off on our cross states (since technically it wasn't cross country, but at times it felt like it) trek Tuesday. Our plan was to get to Butt(e) (and I prefer to say it like the body part it is.... none of that fancy talk for me) in the first day. And we had to get there because that's where we booked a hotel.

Anyway, as we finally reach Butt(e) it had been a LONG drive and I was tired and hungry and all the in-betweens. Then Owen (who just happens to be the stupid cousin of my dear Foster) led me astray and we were off in the direction of (Oh) Helena. And the only exit was five miles up the canyon..... yeah for us!

But as we headed up the canyon, my mom so nicely exclaims "it's Jesus" then proceeds to announce "it's the second coming." I'm speechless and just look at her thinking she's crazy (which was highly plausible after 7+ hours in a car) and then.....




That tiny speck on top of the mountain really is Jesus and he is in Butt(e) of all places.