The plan was to go to Montana for a week.
The plan was to hit the mental reset button and start with a clean slate for a new year.
The plan was to listen that little voice that kept telling me I'd find whatever it was I was looking for at the other end of 500 miles...
...And by the time I crossed into the state I still wonder if I just dreamed up in all its magnificence, that voice that started as a gentle purr had grown and bellowed to an all-out roar.
And with that roar, Montana did exactly what I needed it to do and welcomed me home.
John Muir was right...
Wherever we go in the mountains,
we find more than we seek.