{"id":3403,"date":"2012-09-13T03:40:00","date_gmt":"2012-09-13T03:40:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/2012\/09\/13\/catharsis-at-glacier"},"modified":"2021-09-25T05:37:21","modified_gmt":"2021-09-25T12:37:21","slug":"catharsis-at-glacier","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=3403","title":{"rendered":"Catharsis at Glacier"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Our family went on vacation a few years back to Glacier National Park. My sister was killed a few months later. My mind continually finds itself returning here to remember the simple things we did as brother and sister.
I returned to Glacier over labor day weekend a couple of weeks ago in attempt to purge some emotions, or perhaps to relive them. I went to walk again in the pristine wilderness that we both once shared.\n

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I head up to Logan Pass at an elevation over six thousand feet. From here one can hike the loop trail through the park, along a craggy, small trail that hugs the cliff on one side, and drops to infinity on the other. Rocky Mountain Sheep are grazing in fields below, and the wind is gusting at a good clip. I hold the cable and head toward the beautiful unknown.<\/p>\n

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Do I have an epiphany? I feel her laughter and kind spirit, coursing through my bloodstream like a wonderful drug. The same effect she had on me when alive.<\/p>\n

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That feeling is enough.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n

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