Ten days, one after the other, with morning wakings and observations assessing what might shape the day. The luxury of stillness is a retreat from over stimulation. This quietness serves such a different purpose for me in this 21st century than I suspect it did for previous inhabitants. People came to Montana looking or something they didn't have: food, land, opportunity, a way to survive, and/or freedom from something. And, as with most searching, the unexpected was often found. Was quietness and solitude part of the bargain?