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I page through pictures from a trip we took to Missoula four years ago.  Or was it five?  In them, I am four/five years younger – two children lighter.  I do not yet wear a wedding ring.

While we were there, we had a cocktail party to meet my friend’s friends.  We went to a brewery and filled up a growler.

We went camping in Glacier Park.

An old bandanna keeps my hair out of my eyes in one shot, where I stand in the foreground, acres of green field behind me, miles of forest behind that, and then the mountains.

My college friend poses in front of a tiny general store.  I remember that women were knitting in this store while we wandered through.  I remember having a beer at the picnic table in front of the store.

The park was cool, and green.

The park was snowy.

Real snowy.

We climbed a pass – in the car.  (I do not own crampons or ice axes.  I am not a mountain climber, and most times of the day, do not want to be.)   We did some hiking.

Did I mention the June snow?

We paused long enough to be attacked by dinosaurs.

It was a great trip.  I very much want to go back.  Soon.