Tears and Joy
By: Gen1900
Chapter Two
I was in Montana when I still whimpered in my Mom’s arms for milk.
I don’t remember anything about the mountains. Everything of the past if a ruffled feather not preened to be brought back to my mind.
My parents and I are filled with the fresh swells of a good sleep. I’m surprised I went to dream land so quickly last night, and at a hotel no less. We stayed at an Econo Lodge in Miles City, which was pretty nice.
I guess God was eager to continue our path to my grandparents (on my Dad’s side). Without a good sleep, we all wouldn’t make it to our destination.
My grandparents live in Kalispell, on the far end of the state.
We have a far way to go, but the end of driving is nearing . . . sorta.
We passed many fun store and hotel names along our journey, such as West Wind Hotel. Dad had fun with that. I’ll let you decide what he said about it.
We just stopped at Pompey Hill, where Lewis, Clark, and the Indian maiden explored.
To my amazement, on the very ledge of the massive sandstone structure . . . stretched a vast plain of grass, where Custer camped.
4 hours later . . .
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing; on my right and left were white-capped giants; their heads poking through a sea of misty clouds. My jaw literally dropped at the sight of God-made mountains. I never saw anything . . . so . . . so . . .
My friend recently texted me asking how I was doing. She said she’d be exercising my pets tomorrow.
She also reported that it’s 92 degrees in my town. It is forty degree fewer here, and I packed a bunch of shorts. My parents did the same.
We all hope it’ll be warmer.
Narrative Nonfiction
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Love the Mtns. your story of your traveling is very interesting and enjoyable, thanks.