Leaving some place you really enjoy is never easy. I’ve often considered what it is about Montana that makes it so hard for me to leave. I’ve come to the conclusion there is so much I love about Montana that I can’t a single item that makes it so intriguing to me. What I love about it is not just Stanford, Noxon, or Laurel, or mountains or plains, or wide opens spaces, or big sky, or the people, or my family legacy. It is some odd combination of these items that just doesn’t exist anywhere else. I don’t know exactly how to describe the chemistry but it is there for me once I cross the border.
I’m not saying there is anything wrong with Washington, Oregon, or Idaho, they are just different. Maybe Washington represents the realities of life for me too much and that makes it less magical? Whatever it is I can’t wait to get back to Montana again.
Until my next visit I can enjoy the photos I took and dig through the memories of photos I didn’t take to allow myself to look back on this place fondly. 
Away From The Big Sky
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