Nestled down a quiet dirt road in a beautiful river valley off of Montana’s Highway 200 is a magical place called the Hobbit House of Montana. It’s a place where imagination runs wild and free as a bubbling stream tumbles gently down the mountainside. And if you listen closely, you can hear the giggles of the fairies that call this place home. After all, this is a destination that was built around make-believe, imagination and fantasy. And I must say…I loved it.

While en route to the Hobbit House, I let myself imagine what it would be like once I arrived. Sure, I’d visited their website and knew their general location, but I wasn’t sure just how this place would transform fantasy into reality. But did it ever.

After meeting up with the keepers of the Hobbit House, a girlfriend and I embarked on a tour of the well-kept grounds (hobbits and fairies are very tidy). And along our walk, this is what we saw…

Luckily, I was there on party business.
We stumbled upon this quaint fairy home, complete with freshly hung laundry...
...so we paid them a visit.
This is where the trolls (big, ugly ones) live.
The trolliest of the trolls captured Connie...she's smiling because I had JUST finished negotiating her release.

Obviously, I made myself right at home.
My precious.
The Hobbit House, where I laid my hobbit-loving head for the evening.

And after my stay there, I can tell you this: it is a truly magical place.

All fantasy aside, one of the things that impressed me the most was the hospitality and warm welcome that instantly enveloped me upon arriving at this magical oasis in the mountains of Western Montana. The keepers of the Hobbit House, Chris and Steve, left no stone unturned. From sparkling juice in the fridge to specialty made hobbit cookies and “the ring” hanging from the rafters, their attention to detail was a large part of what made my stay there so wonderful.

And now? Well, it’s back to reality. But you better believe that I’ll be making repeat visits to the place where my imagination can run wild and I can delight in the magic of make-believe.

Happy daydreaming,
TT

April 19, 2012

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Sitinurul
One thing alone, I cannot say-there are too many wofdnreuls' about fall in Montana, but specifically in Glacier. The burst of color from the creator's paintbrush, the smell of mountain high air, the cool on one cheek, the warmth of the sun on the other. The sound of rustling leaves and my kids' laughter as they rush ahead in a flurry while my husband and I walk hand-in-hand, strolling through the peace that is nature preparing for a long winter. Oh, it has been too long since I've (we've) be able to enjoy Glacier in this manner. How I long to return.

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