"Go out to the West.
Ride slowly, not to startle the wild things.
Throw out your chest and breathe; look across green valleys to wild peaks where mountain sheep stand impassive on the edge of space.
Let the summer rains fall on your upturned face and wash away the memory of all that is false and petty and cruel.
Then the mountains will get you.
You will go back. The call is a real call."
Mary Roberts Rinehart, 1916, in "Through Glacier Park"
We saw this quote on Facebook recently and it really struck home for us, as Glacier was our first taste of the West -- with it's rugged mountains, wildlife, vast tundras, lush valleys and openness -- and planted the seed that someday we think we'd like to live out in this region.