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.
Cute! I love Glacier, have been dying to go back. Someone told me that the glaciers are predicted to melt within 8 years, which would be so sad…
I loved it too! And I’d like to publicly credit my friend Andy for the velociraptor joke, which I stole from his facebook feed.
Thank you for that trip down Memory Going-to-the-Sun Road! And for protecting the identities of your companions. I know You-Know-Who appreciates it. 🙂