Conan and I have been way overdue to visit our old stompin' grounds at the dog park in Livingston, Montana. When we lived there we would spend many great afternoons there-- it has to be one of the great dog parks anywhere, situated at the confluence of Fleshman Creek and the Yellowstone River. Looking north is a view of the Crazy Mountains, and the whole skyline to the south is Livingston Peak and the Absaroka Range. Wow. I had some business in Livingston over the weekend, and we wouldn't miss a few laps around Conan's favorite place on the first day of June. The weather had been unseasonably wet for a couple of weeks before our arrival, and the sun came out just for us. Montana is gorgeous during this green time of year.
