Visiting Old Haunts – Glacier National Park

Lake McDonald, Glacier National Park.

The docks pulled in for the season.

I had the chance to dash up to the Flathead Valley in northwestern Montana this past weekend. After a 0400h drive from Bozeman, complete with loud music and hunters everywhere (opening day here in Montana for rifle season), I found myself in the place where I’ve spent the most cumulative time of my life. It was surprisingly refreshing to be back in the ‘Head and I have mentally bookmarked it as a place I may move back to in the future.

Life is weird… you just never know.

Spent a few precious moments at Lake McDonald and was able to catch a very brief break in the cloud cover. Nothing like the beauty of that place… it is truly one of a kind.

In other news, I found out late last week that I’ve landed my first magazine cover – should be out in early November and I’m excited to share.

Now I’m hunkering down for my last day in Bozeman. I find that suddenly I’m leaving for Pinedale in the morning. I’ve moved enough that packing is now a two-hour job and I can fit everything in like a puzzle in the back of the Fire Girl Subaru. There is always uncertainty when starting a new project. New location. New people. New living quarters. New climate. New everything. In its own weird, twisted way, though, moving itself has become a bit of routine and I find I’m pretty familiar with the uncertainty I am feeling today.

So cheers, all. Next post will be from 7500 feet elevation in Wyoming.