An exhausting 13-hour journey, in the end, rendered me refreshed and inspired. I sought change and found magic. The reality that is the writer I am found the world she created and was able to touch it.
Waters cascaded and tumbled, the roar engulfing me while I willingly sought to drown in the sound. Cedar and pine filled lungs that didn’t care they were struggling at the high altitude. My experience at Glacier National Park was a feast for the senses.
It was also a feast for my soul.
Great birds soaring. A lake so still I nearly thought it capped in glass. Valleys so deep they were difficult to comprehend. The crisp morning air giving way to a warm afternoon. Like everywhere on the planet the glaciers are shrinking and disappearing, but like Van Gogh their work remains. For this soul, who lives but a moment in the time they’ve seen, it was a humbling experience.
Yet, what I took away was sufficient for a lifetime. It was also sufficient for a lifetime of writing. Fantasy research isn’t entirely about books, Google searches, and imagination. It’s also about perceiving the magic that exists all around us, even if that requires an entire day.
In Central Wyoming I explored the Baris Plains and Granite Highlands that Ergain traveled. At Glacier I stared in awe at the Colossus Range and visualized Ergain resting beside Wanderer’s Stream. For one day I physically existed in her world, we exchanged our thoughts, and I headed home.
Did I mention that my pass is good for a year?
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