I bought a National Parks pass, so I have many adventures to look forward to. My week around Glacier, looking for moose, attending ranger talks, and hiking around the lakes reminded me how central public land and wide open spaces are to our notion of America.
Road trips have a way or reawakening longings, and old habits like singing in the car.
He climbed cathedral mountains
Saw silver clouds below
Saw everything as far as you can see
And they say that he got crazy once
And he tried to touch the sun
And he lost a friend but kept his memory
People come from near and far, just as they did 100 and 200 years ago to see the Rockies and diverse wildlife in them.
This sampling of license plates was from a single row. For a few short days—not long enough, really—we're brought together in a common dream of living in harmony with the world around us. Singing without irony around the collective campfire.
Oh, and this one: mine. 979 miles later. Treasure, indeed.
When was the last time you went to a ranger talk or sat around a campfire? Or headed out beyond the gym and the known world, singing?
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