I feel like I am playing catch up from a couple weeks of running like crazy. A few weekends back, Avery and I met my parents at the National Folk Festival in Butte, Montana. Uptown Butte is a crazy place, as anyone who has been there will tell you. At the turn of the last century, Butte was one of the biggest mining towns in the world. Along with its pile of copper, it was one of only two places in the world (the other was in Africa) to have a functioning platinum mine. There was more money running through those dusty streets then people knew what to do with. So they built these amazing buildings, huge, stone buildings with beautiful details. Then the mine closed and now most of those buildings sit empty and abandoned. Coming from a town where commercial real estate, especially cool, vintage real estate, is at a premium, I am always in awe and a little sad when I visit Butte. Here are a few quick photos of our adventure:
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We had a great time with my parents and the bean was a trooper even though it was a long full day. One of the highlights (insert dripping sarcasm here) for me was running into a man-child who was one of my charges in my first babysitting gig 15 years ago, now in college. Always nice to have those reminders of just how old we are really getting to be. That traumatic experience aside, if the National Folk Festival ever comes to a city near you, don't miss the chance to get in on that action!
(any of you regulars will notice the pictures that include the bean. I now have the baby daddy's blessing to post her photos here. Yay!)