Stunning scenery and the North Fork road caused us to quiet our minds and remember yet again our good fortune in living in this inspiring country.
So, by the time we reached the cabin we were pretty mellow and our springs had un-wound enough to appreciate the absence of noise…well, save for the wind hushing the pine trees and the occasional call of a bird.
Arm in arm we stood on the front porch to take in the grand views of Glacier National Park.
After a dinner of fish and shrimp cooked on the propane range I settled by the wood stove with a glass of red wine to read by the light of the propane lamps.
Log books are provided for guests to journal in and as I read the entries I knew that this “Schnaus Haus” had worked its magic on many others who came before.
Here are a few of their ponderings:
No cell service, no TV, no WiFi. HEAVEN!!!
The flutes were used to lure the mountains out of their clouds – a tip for you if you’d like to see the Glacier views.
Made a cozy fire and enjoyed a bottle of wine.
We ate ~ we drank ~ we sang ~ we played ~ we laughed ~ we drank some more.
Falling stars and yellow gold trees…the North Fork dazzles once again.
Took a little hike yesterday looking for trolls and faeries.
And then there was this musing written in tiny, widely spaced print. I wonder what a handwriting analyst would make of this?
I wonder about her. If she’s nervous. If she’s packed or packing. What she’s bringing. What she’s told her friends. “I’m going to Montana to see an old friend.” “I’m going to Montana to see an acquaintance.” “I’m going to Montana to see a guy I went to high school with that I haven’t seen in five years. I once told him I had a crush on him.” She flies into Kalispell tomorrow for five days…wish me luck…
I felt the presence of those folks who in finding a bit of their souls here, also left a bit of their souls for me to find.
Contemplation. Contentment. Restful, blissful quiet.
Recommendation: let the Schnaus cabin work its magic on you.