It’s almost like higher latitude and altitude have made my road trip roller coaster more intense in these past weeks: somewhat lower lows, but definitely higher highs too. And I keep being fascinated by how things can turn around in the most unexpected ways, and how timing and itinerary changes just seem to work out perfectly in the end. Montana has been rainy and so damp and cold and foggy for the most part (a camper’s dream), and yet I ended up staying even longer than I anticipated.
I didn’t go backcountry in Glacier NP but hiked everyday and saw canyons and lakes and mountain pics, wild pigs and very unafraid marmots, pikas, deers and a few bears and goats in the distance.
I even felt at home in a campground for 4 nights in a raw, which hadn’t happened since the very beginning of my trip.
And the bread and pastries... they just know how to do it up here.
And then there’s the people - the ones I met just during the time of a shuttle ride, the ones I kept bumping into for a few days, the lovely ones who offered a ride after a long day of hiking and then shared a diner over the campfire, and out of the hundreds of people (literally) who’ve stopped by to comment about my rooftop tent since early May, there’s the ones who stood out and wanted me to marry their son (true story, the son wasn’t there though) or just engaged in a great conversation that ended up lasting for 3 full days, along with a bunch of hikes and card games and camp cooking. There’s usually not that many photos taken of these moments, but this is what can turn around otherwise not so optimal situations in great memories and make some places so special, even if saying goodbye always stings a bit.
But the rest of the adventure awaits and I keep chasing more secluded places to camp - all this makes me feel so happy and alive.
#myepicamericanroadtrip