"Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.
Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine
flows into trees. The winds will blow their own
freshness into you, and the storms their energy,
while cares drop off like autumn leaves."
Heading toward Glacier National Park in Montana, I had camped out at Flathead Lake on Route 93 the night before. It was cool sleeping in late July. The day warmed up as I headed into Kalispell. I spent an hour in town picking up a new tube and chain oil. The past two weeks had been terrible flat tire luck. Every thorn in Montana decided to claim my rear tire as the perfect resting-place for its sharp personality. My spare tube had so many patches it resembled the suction cups on an octopus' tentacles.