The breathtaking, untouched beauty of Glacier National Park was bestowed upon me and my husband for 7 full days in mid-July. On his bucket list for well over a decade, we decided that this was our year to go. My father, before he died, reminded me to refrain from making the same mistake he made. A few months before he passed away he said, ‘Don’t be like me. If there is something you want to do, do it before it’s too late and you’re too sick or too old to enjoy it. Work isn’t everything; memories are what you’ll be talking about when you’ve got nothing left.’
Okay, so it may be a bit sullen to put on a T-Shirt, but his words were meant to be sobering. He’d worked his entire life, first to keep himself fed and clothed after he left home at a young age due to major conflicts between he and his father; then working two jobs in order to support a quickly growing family that consisted of a wife and 4 children whom were nearly all in diapers at the same time (they were to receive a 9 year break before I came along).
Still, Glacier National Park seemed as fantasy a vacation as Hawaii or Alaska (both of which happen to be on MY bucket list) but kudos to us for saving our pennies and keeping our eyes on the prize. This was our year.
Since we were meeting up with Lynn and Clark from Tales from the Mutiny we decided that renting an RV would be the most convenient and comfortable way to get from Indiana to Montana. I haven’t had much (if any) trouble with my back in months so I was pretty confident that I could make the 1,620 miles there – no doubt. But doing it by car over three days? That sounded downright miserable. So, an RV rental it was. We were to become temporary nomads, driving as far as we wanted and setting up camp when we couldn’t go any further.
As you can imagine, the drive there was much more fun than the drive back. This was for many reasons. First, our little RV felt like a cozy little treehouse on wheels. It was fun being able to stand up and stretch or open the refrigerator for a container of yogurt while my husband drove through Illinois, Wisconsin and Minnesota on Saturday. What was most fun about the way there however, was laying eyes on this sweet face – Laura from The Gluten-Free Treadmill.
When Craig and I found out that we’d be driving right through Fargo, North Dakota I checked the map and realized that we would be less than 2 hours from where Laura lives. She and I have a special bond that simply cannot be explained and I just love her to pieces. After a few failed attempts we both basically drove toward each other until we became close enough to pull over at the nearest exit to us. We visited for nearly an hour and talked about everything from art to life as a student in North Dakota to her BIG decision to run for sexual violence awareness next May from New York to San Francisco (which you can read about by clicking the link above or donate by clicking here). Sadly it wasn’t enough time, but we had to part ways so Craig and I could continue on our journey westward.
We left Indiana Saturday morning and arrived in Glacier National Park on Monday around 6 PM. In my next post I’ll share some of the many, many photos I took while there but right now this gal is dog-tired, so stay tuned…..