Waking up in Two Dot again, it was as quiet and still as cut
hay. We got in late last night with our two oldest grandsons. Driving down the
dirt county road with no other lights in sight, Cashen was unnerved by
remoteness. But when he opened his window and looked up he sighed, “The stars
are so beautiful.” He couldn’t stop saying it. He had never been up so late, and
out so far, and up so high. I’d been in Seattle for a week hanging out with friends and
family realizing I do love Seattle summer. Wishing for a camping trip and maybe
a chance to see the ocean, I wondered why we give ourselves over to Montana. But
one waking moment in brilliant morning light coupled with one star lit sky and
a little boy’s wonder reminded me why we are here.
