It is easy to make excuses, to stay at home, and to remain comfortable with the predictable nature of our daily lives.
It takes guts to propose a trip, pack your bags, and to hit the road. It takes character to seek out challenging mountain passes, the discomfort of sleeping on the ground, and the uncertainty of traveling in the mountains.
That's why when Quinn rolled into Whitefish with two of his lifelong friends, I was eager to learn of the adventures they had shared during a multi week road trip.
They had traveled through Idaho, Wyoming, and Montana, spending the majority of their nights camped along trails. They left Yellowstone after days of rain, which followed them north into Glacier National Park.
They were grizzled, hungry, and wary of the 'city life' when they emerged from the woods to the luxury of camping in my backyard.
As they shared stories from their road trip, I remembered my own trips with friends...
Our forays into the mountains without maps and our many misguided adventures down raging rivers had offered opportunities for me to build confidence, define character, and explore.
It was interesting to hear Quinn and his friends describe their adventures and relate them back to my own time in the mountains.
I will always believe that hitting the open road without a clear itinerary and traveling into the mountains should be one of the most important milestones of a young man's life in the Western U.S. Describing A trip where the objective was to travel with friends in the mountains should be a requirement on every college application.
I was delighted to join Quinn and his friends on a lesser traveled route which connects two dead end trails, passes below a melting glacier, and offers plenty of space to get lost in the grandeur of Glacier N.P.: