3 Onto Kalispell

 Onto Kalispell


Sally and I woke up at around 4am.  The circadian rhythm affected my digestive system, and whilst the rest of me is totally on board with the time zone change, indigestion from yesterday’s meal has a different plan and although I want to stay in bed the lump in my solar plexus was too uncomfortable.  I got up.


Not to worry we had an early plane to catch to Kalispell the gateway to Glacier National Park, MT.  There were a few people we recognised from the afternoon before on the plane and the Lithuanian looked a lot more relaxed, even though he had a managed to chip his front tooth, I didn’t ask how.


In the air I looked over Sally’s shoulder, through the window, across and down over the Divide’s mountain ranges.  The hours pass, their snow capped tops a book’s cover of tales and adventures to be unraveled over the coming months.  Hundreds of miles of passes, ridges, lakes, rivers and untouched natural beauty.  A world away from the place where having values is exchanged with the value of having and technological polarisation brings isolation, anger and fear.  Below me an opposing natural isolation that will, I hope, restore our connection as a humans and with it bring belonging, tolerance, gratitude, understanding, and strength.



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In Kalispell we bought kit that we couldn’t take on the aeroplane.  A knife, camping gas, bear spray, and Kevlar bags for hanging food in.


I’m so excited and so tired.  Resting now in a motel in Whitefish.

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