After flying back to Chicago from Frankfurt on the 14th, I went home (to the back of my car) and unpacked and repacked for my next flight at 6am, on the 16th, to my next destination, Montana. To some this may as well be considered another foreign country. Montana is my home state where I was born and raised but to many it’s a mystery. It’s the 4th largest state but ranks number 44 in population size, at just under 1 million people. I remember driving 9 hours from college back to my hometown, IN THE SAME STATE, and going miles and miles without seeing a car or a building in site.
The open land of Montana is covered with the Rocky Mountains and Glacier National Park on the west and prairies of wheat fields and farm lands that you can see for miles on the east. It’s the Big Sky Country where the straight two lane highways seem to never end and the dome of sky from horizon to horizon is filled with blue sky and rolling clouds during the day and is exploding with stars at night. This beautiful state, that I call home, still ceases to amaze me when I come back to visit, although I now see it through different eyes. I’m enjoying treating it as a vacation destination where I can explore and experience new things that I took for granted when I lived here but also observe and participate in old familiar sites and activities I once knew.
My first week was spent on the west side in Missoula, Kalispell/Whitefish area, and Glacier National Park and the two weeks will on the far east side, in a little place I call home-home, Scobey, Montana.
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