On the Road West – Friday, 9/11
I was passenger across the long width of Montana today, on the 14th anniversary of the World Trade Center bombings. I still remember vividly that day, and the endless landscapes of big sky, straight roads and rolling hills did nothing to distract me from remembering the measure of that day. I was absent from much of the trip, revisiting some of my thoughts from 2001 and the years since.
Tonight we are camped in what might as well be a KOA right next to I-15 in Great Falls, Montana. Noisy and lumpy. We have a neighbor who rode in on this great motorcycle.