Montana, will you have me? And why is this state so sparsely populated when it is quite possibly one of the most beautiful places on Earth? The Blackfeet Indians called Glacier National Park the spine of the world. The way they dot the horizon, in jagged elegance – moving you to your core at the vert sight of them. I have been daydreaming this entire time of moving here. It’s just hard to imagine not being here when you are here.
My daydream goes something like this.
I hunt on an online dating site until I find a single man in Montana. Wait, scratch that. Does a man have to be involved? Why does a man have to be there? To fight off the bears and the moose. Okay, yeah. But maybe you could learn to fight them yourself? Or maybe there wouldn’t be any – as long as you keep the trash in the garage. So, I start over. It’s just Benjamin and Me. We are out in the wilderness, in a little cabin where I can write all day and make just enough on my dial up connection to pay our bills. But, what about his school? Benjamin’s? I would have to home-school him. Or live in a city and then there’s the cost of that…
I settle in my day dream for a summer house that eventually becomes my retirement home. And then I close my eyes and then slowly open them again to take in the mountains. I am trying to hold on to them so they’ll stay with me after I leave. Or at least the indescribable feeling of being in their presence.
We will be back home and to reality tomorrow night. I promise to post pictures as soon as I can. But somewhere along the way my Macbook Pro blew a fuse – the battery mysteriously overheated and popped right out of its socket. I am using my brother’s to write this now. A stolen moment in a dark hotel room.
Something up there, it seems, wants to keep me “unplugged” for as long as possible. And I can’t say I mind much.