It has been said that Montana is less of a destination and more of a state of mind, less of an actual place and more of an idea; sort of an amorphous collection of hopes and dreams composed of bits and pieces of fact, myth, and outright lies.
If you read Neils column and then mine (or in reserve order) you will perhaps understand why we went/came home. Eventually it all makes sense.
Hugs,
LF
Great articles, both of them. I always wanted to live in Montana. Somewhere between Great Falls and Yellowstone. Most likely Missoula or Hamilton. I never figured I had the where-with-all to survive the rigors of that area though. Now if I moved there, I’m sure I’d feel like another grain of sand adding to an ever growing beach. It’s beautiful country for sure, but now I think in order to get the old time feeling of Montana you’d have to go to Alaska. I know for sure I couldn’t handle those rigors. I guess Eastern Washington and Northern Idaho ain’t too bad after all. Maybe I have a case of the grass and the fence again. This area has hot Summers, cold Winters, wet Springs and vibrantly colored Falls. I should count my blessings instead.
Thanks you guys, for making me reflect.