I booked my annual trip to Glacier National Park this morning – this will make year 6.  It’s odd, the amazing things you miss that can be near and around you.  I grew up in the Northwest but always felt like Glacier was too much a trek for brief respite.  Now?  I refuse to miss it.

It’s my sanctuary – an oasis, a preserve, my safe place.

When I hop on I-90 I’m buzzing.  When I cross into Montana all the bullshit begins to fall away.  And when I take my first look across Lake McDonald I’m at ease.

To the few who come across this site, I hope you have your own safe place to visit.  If not, perhaps this is the year to find one.