Now that I live on a working farm, I get to take part in a wide variety of activities I never thought I'd get to experience.
For example, last week, I helped buy a new tractor for my mother. I went to the feed store in Purcell and after a few strokes of the pen, my mother was the new owner of a piece of heavy machinery, ee-i-ee-i-o.
Instead of waiting around for the momentous bit of training on the machine, I scampered down the old town road and discovered a farmer-friendly place called the Happy Camper Café, 216 W. Main St.
It looked like a solid place for a fine lunch, so I gave it a try, no training required.
I walked into the restaurant and immediately dug the natural earthy camper vibe, feeling freed by the green mountain peaks lining the walls. I then made my way to the ordering counter and glanced at the menu board, clinically impressed with Happy Camper’s downhome take on the fresh and fit menu options.