As previous readers of this blog may know, my husband R. is into adventure. So last week, publication week and cabin renovation in Lake Arrowhead in full swing, we go off to Glacier National Park. This is up in the boonies of Montana. People, this is off the grid. There is no email or wi-fi or television. There are no newspapers.
R., who years ago was a guide for the Sierra Club, was in heaven. He gazed at mountains, took hundreds of photos. It rained off and on. It was forty-six degrees. I gazed at the No Service at the top of my iPhone. I am not a good companion to take to a National Park. And this is embarrassing to admit. I want to be home with my dog. I'm addicted to technology. I'm a workaholic. And yet - there was a magical walk through cedars in the rain at Lake McDonald, and then one morning at Many Glaciers lake I woke at 5:00 and the top of the huge dark forboding mountain outside the window had turned rose colored in the rising sun. It was glorious.