Last weekend, I headed for the land of my birth: the Rocky Mountain Front of Montana. Because let’s face it, every once in a while a girl needs to make a break for it and head for home.
Going home is like bringing peace to my heart. I’m not sure if it’s the land opening up into a wide expanse as I’m coming off of Roger’s Pass or seeing the rolling plains run smack dab into the Rocky Mountains. Maybe it’s the rush of memories that remind me of all the hours spent adventuring into the mountains with my grandparents and cousins. Whatever it is, it makes my heart happy.
It was a good weekend.