Grass Spurs: June, Twenty-first, Two Thousand and Twelve

79.7 miles to White Sulpher Springs, Montana

I woke up this morning doing the same thing. Pray, dress, pack, eat, ride.

Today as the sun rose higher and higher, my heart and mind felt somewhat blank. I had the opportunity to ride alone for 12 miles. The entire time I felt like it was a good opportunity to think about the future and try to talk to God to see where He wanted me to go. But my mind was blank. I couldn't focus on questions. We broke at mile 40 and listened to some Bob Marley. Today is the first day of Summer and I can't think of a better way to spend my summer.

At mile 60 we broke for lunch. And at mile 63 we scaled up a roller coaster, not knowing what would be on the other side. We soared  down into the canyon. Wide turns and the most wide sky with landscapes. I couldn't help but laugh and scream. What an incredible feeling. It was as if I were on skis. We rolled into White Sulpher Springs with one of the best tail winds while Rob convinced cows to stand up. We dropped stuff off and headed to some relaxing hot springs when after an 80 mile ride could have provided instant coma... Before the potluck.

Again and again we are blessed daily by community, food and a place to lay our heads for the night. While food was being prepared, I stared out at a cloud as it seemed stationary yet changed constantly. We are like clouds, I have decided. We change constantly. Never stopping. Gaining and loosing different things. Shaping out perspectives and views of ourselves and the reflection of those around us. Projection. Flow.

We ate then went on a tour of the town castle after bell practice with the White Sulpher Spring Ding-a-lings, where Connor helped and Meg, a 12 year old Fidler was playing with them. Her Grandmother, Jerry, was so proud and excited.

 After seeing local history my lungs were stolen by the Big Sky Montana sunset. I couldn't do anything but look. Ellen saw my shock. All I could do was cry. The shape of the clouds clashing with snow topped mountains while the pastels streamed pink, orange, yellow, blue, white, gray. Sheryl and Tim Mcguire didn't know how to react. I couldn't contain the joy. God shows us so much in such little ways. Like sunsets. It's merely a speck. A little something to slightly show us and try to help us comprehend how much He really loves us. Praise God. Thank you, though I don't have all the answers, I am blessed and thankful to know that my God is one who shows himself daily.















This was the day after toward Harlowton...Waiting for Sweep.