Montana with My Mountain Man: our journey begins

I finally finished packing my things and loaded down my car the afternoon of September 11. I can remember being up in my room packing, then running downstairs to drop off another load, while stopping to join my mom, brother and camille on the couch to watch the dedication of the new memorial at ground zero. As all of you probably know, it was very hard for me to leave my family and head out west, not having the slightest idea what to expect, but leaving on the 10th anniversary of 9/11 somehow made it even worse. Finally, I gathered to courage to say my goodbyes, honk the horn as I headed down the hill and turn right toward my future. With tears in my eyes I turned on the radio only to find every station playing songs that made me cry even more. Then I flipped to NPR, a station I have listened to with my dad on our many trips to starbucks. In a way it made me feel at home. I began listening to personal stories from September 11 and began realizing I have no reason to be sad. I was about to experience the trip of a lifetime that few people get the opportunity to take. Tears began to dry up and I arrived at the farm to be greeted by my best friend and new family, but Harley Bear jumping all over me made me happiest of all. So our journey through pictures begins...

Harley Bear was a lot of help

We were very sad to leave her again. Someday soon the three of us will be a family again.

Packed down and ready to go. We already will need a bigger truck when we move back!

I miss her :(

Not so much! Extremely loud also! Adam and I basically spend two whole days riding in silence because we couldn't hear each other when we tried to talk. The first of many new memories.