And fearing change.
Five generations is a long time for one family to be in one place—growing up, I had to be careful to not date my cousin. My mom’s family homesteaded in the late 1800s in a one-room log cabin at the north end of what would become Gallatin County. It was a rough but breathtaking spot. Thirteen children were born in that cabin, one of which was my great-grandmother, Evaline. She married Oscar Callantine and they had my grandmother. My mom was raised in the same area up what we call Pass Creek.
Same view as it ever was.