Thirty years ago, this Midwestern soul found its home at the edge of the Montana wilderness.In a remote corner of Glacier National Park, at the northern terminus of the North Fork Road, I discovered Kintla Lake. During the brilliant summer of 1978, this cold, clear jewel both soothed and inspired. It became the jumping-off point for a long and solitary trek into the mountains. And it's become the touchstone for virtually every conscious thought I've had since.
It's fitting, then, that Kintla Lake marks the beginning of this blog. What follows will be the seasoned result of a journey that began three decades ago.
