It's been quite a busy summer filled with family and friends visiting on top of traveling to new places. I just got home after spending a couple weeks in Montana, Wyoming, and Washington. I saw an incredible amount of beauty and wildlife- 2 grizzlies, a black bear, dozens of bison and elk, bighorn sheep, fifteen mountain goat (all of which surrounded one of my campsites), bald eagles, 3 osprey, a hummingbird, grouse, and plenty of trout! Wadding the pools of the Gallatin River in Montana was my favorite part of the trip. Time slows in the wide Montana valleys providing time to reflect on life and where time can be spent best when I return to Michigan. The landscapes before me were breathtaking as I found myself teary eyed looking out at Mount Olympus in Washington. All throughout Yellowstone, Olympic National park, and the North Cascades- I felt so small and insignificant, yet welcomed. One could easily be forgotten in the wide rolling mountains of Montana- where one's scream no doubt would be muted by the peaceful flow of the rivers below or absorbed in the dense sage that grows throughout. Who am I to this place? Why is it here?