V i e w s
(Unfinished)
(Unfinished)
Living in the Gallatin Valley is much like living anywhere else. There is the daily routine of life—commuting to and from work, maintaining a home, raising kids, enjoying retirement. It's the same as most places in America. The same, that is, until we remember to pause from the daily routine of life and look out instead of in, up instead of down, and around instead of straight ahead. Then we remember why we chose to live here, in Montana, in Gallatin Valley, in Wheatland Hills.
The mountains never cease to amaze. On one day they can be hidden from view by heavy snow, or low-lying fog. On another they can be sharp and clear against a flawlessly blue sky. And then there are days like this that catch one by surprise, when the mountain dam bursts and the clouds flow like water over the peaks and splash with a flourish into the canyons and ravines below.
Indeed, the view in every direction is both breathtaking and startlingly different. Wheatland Hills is situated on the gently sloping foothills of the Bridger Mountains, which themselves rise suddenly to the east, sentinels that stand at attention every morning as they hoist the sun over their dazzling, iridescent shoulders into the Big Sky and every evening as they softly reflect the glowing embers of that same sun, which for us lower on the slopes has already set below the horizon, far off to the west. To the south lies the Gallatin Valley floor, sparking at night with the lights of Bozeman, lights that now stretch to the Hyalite Mountains, and the Spanish Peaks to the south. To the West lie the Tobacco Root Mountains beyond the lights of Belgrade. To the north, the Horseshoe Hills hide the Missouri River from view.