A mighty wind

We were lucky to spend the weekend in Glacier National Park with friends. The weather was very fickle: sun, clouds, wind, rain. No snow, but we wouldn't have been surprised.  In any weather, GNP is beautiful, especially the east side. The majesty of the mountains is jaw-droppingly gorgeous, and had I died right there I would have died content.

But here I remain. I don't want to eat, I can't carry my end of a conversation, but I can read old correspondence and remember old friends. One friend from Missoula had a severe stroke 9 years ago. He was a kind soul, and I miss him. So my theory that I can't feel sorry for myself as everyone has something proves unhappily true once more.

My title refers to the gale force winds that ripped through East Glacier Saturday night. Wind like that is elemental. It's as though the mountains themselves are creating each powerful gust to blow humanity off earth's surface.

Here are picture Paul took, we saw a moose and several bears! But the best thing we saw was friends old and new. Ed, Sue, George, Julie, Galen, Maryann, Pam, Mark, Rog, Katie, and Sterling.