When I first arrived to Waterton, I went almost immediately down to the lake shore, found a comfortable stone by an uprooted tree, and sat for hours listening to the waves lap upon the shore.
On my last day, I sat on the boat harbor as the sun rose before me and the moon said goodnight from behind.
I watched the great peaks before me change color from brown to a brilliant crimson in the changing light. I sat in the dirt as birds chirped their morning song. I watched a group of Rocky Mountain goats disobey all traffic laws, abiding to only the law of nature as they made their way around my car….
I took the time to appreciate Nature in a way that is impossible unless one’s daily distractions are removed from your psyche.
