I have this place I go when I meditate, a place I've actually never been. It's an old 2 room shack / cabin with a covered front porch and 3 steps down to the ground. There is a path that leads to a small stand of beautiful mature oak trees on the left. I imagine myself sitting in a rocking chair on the porch in the perfect quiet looking over my hundred of acres of swaying grains and grasses. In the distance runs a cold clear river that fronts a tall range of jagged mountains. It's cool outside, cool enough for a jacket but nothing more. The smells are familiar and welcoming. My booted feet are kicked up on the rail and I let my attention wander between the sounds of the wind, the sounds of the birds and insects, and the sound of the train running down by the mill a few miles from here. This is my place, my home, my escape.
I don't know why but Montana has always been where I imagine this cabin would be. It's so amazingly beautiful up here that every time I come I can't help but look about to see if I can find it. If my cabin were here it wouldn't get much attention because it would be just one beautiful place among thousands of such places. Honestly, this state owns me.
We made it to Glacier National Park and then spent the day exploring the park and studying trail maps. We found a pay phone and we're able to make a few phone calls home. After checking into the Swiftcurrent Lodge we jumped back on the motorcycles and drove all the way across the park. We got some gas and then drove all the way back. We saw the destruction from the fires I saw here last year. But this 50 mile run is a run across some of the most beautiful mountains in the park. And we rode without another car anywhere near us. We had the whole park to ourselves. It's called "Going to the Sun road" because the angle of the road is so steep it feels like that's what you are doing.
What a ride....
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