It’s just about a month now since we rolled back in to Seattle. The Routan was unloaded and returned to VW’s fleet supplier pronto, but there’s still a pile of REI gear that I have to ship back along with a few other odds and ends. And part of my brain, or maybe it’s my heart, is still leaning back towards the Hi-Line, that northern Montana strip of road punctuated by old grain elevators and barbed wire fences and gas stations where time stopped in 1967.… continued…
Glacier National Park knocks the breath right out of you and replaces it with sheer wonder.… continued…
But it’s not like you have this opportunity every day.
Apologies in advance for mistakes, squeaky singing, and general lack of talent. It had to be done. The one and only take is below.
