It may be unbelievable to most, but my trip last March to Denver was the first time I'd ever been West of Chicago. You can image my excitement when I saw the Rockies for the first time outside of Denver. It's only been within the past few years that I've really become outdoorsy and picked up hiking as a hobby, so before now I never had the passion driving me out West.
Getting my job was the biggest blessing I could imagine because it allows me to travel to destinations I had never thought of, and further give me the desire to find more and more places to visit.
So, as you all know, I'm in Bozeman, MT this week for a work conference and then I will be in Great Falls, MT for another next. In between I will be barely sleeping, visiting 3 national parks and 4 different cities over 5 states. Stay Tuned.
But really what I wanted to write about quickly, at 6:00am mountain time because my internal clock is still in D.C. is what I felt when I glimpsed the Rockies outside of my window yesterday.
Honestly I knew that Montana would likely have me in an emotional state with how beautiful it is, but I never imagined it would be immediate. Well, immediate it was. I could see on the interactive map on my airplane screen that we were approaching Bozeman and just south of Bozeman there were mountain ranges. Legitimately as I saw that on the screen and looked out my window there they were: snow-capped mountains, bigger than I've ever seen, peaking through the clouds.
I was already listening to a very inspirational song with a very moving melody (you know the type) and I just burst into tears. On the plane. With a stranger sitting next to me.
It was just awe-inspiring though. There is a range just outside of my hotel lobby and I just can't look away. I'm in love. I'm inspired. And I'm just so happy for this opportunity.