Back in the Saddle Again
When I arrived back home in Whitefish the temperature was 73; the next day 63; and the third day 53 with snow on Big Mountain. The atomic clock in the kitchen clearly told me it was 29 or 32 degrees in the morning when I took the dog outside at 6:15 am. What a contrast to California!
While in the Bakersfield area for four days the temperature ran 90 degrees. When I visited my parents in Simi Valley it then went into triple digits. Needless to say I spent a lot of time in the pool, and not once did I wear long pants, boots or my jacket during my visit. I must admit I miss California's beaches; the warm weather during December and palm trees on every corner. But when I landed in Kalispell I felt my heart sing and I was so glad to see blue skies, green trees and snow on the glaciers.
I had an opportunity to spend time with an old friend while on vacation. She said to me, "Montana has been good to you." And she was right. I love the crisp air; the friendly people; wild turkeys in the lot next door. I enjoy having a vegetable garden; a meditation sitting area with wind chimes; and waving to my neighbors when I go out for the mail.
Its my home and the place where I'll be laid to rest when the time comes. I was baptized off of Blankenship Road [near a river] three years ago this month. The water was rushing; the eagles were soaring; the day was warm. It was a wonderful experience and it moved me beyond words.
Yes, I am formerly from Southern California and I had my share of glory days. But in Montana I flow with the changes of the weather and Whitefish gives me something special each and every day.
CHANGING GEARS:
Happy trails.