Hello from Missoula—for the next 15 minutes, anyway. Yep, you read that right. Today, I’m on a fleeting stopover in this slice of Montana before hitting the road again. Destination? Grandma’s house. And no, this isn’t the start of a fairy tale, though with all the twists and turns life throws our way, it might as well be.
Missoula’s been a blast of fresh air, literally. There’s something about this place that makes you want to bottle up its essence and take it with you. But today’s not about mountain trails or riverbanks; it’s about family, about reconnecting with roots that run as deep as the rivers here.
Going to Grandma’s feels like stepping back in time, to a place where the world slows down just enough for you to catch your breath. It’s about the warmth of her smile, the stories that seem to have added chapters since the last visit, and yes, the inevitable cheek pinch that she swears you’ve never grown too old for.
As I prep for the journey, I can’t help but think about the road ahead—both the one leading to Grandma’s house and the bigger journey of life. Missoula, with its brief but impactful cameo in today’s chapter, has been a reminder of the beauty in pausing, even if just for 15 minutes, to appreciate where you are.
So, here’s to the short stops that make the long journeys worthwhile. Next stop: Grandma’s. I can almost taste the cookies now. Stay tuned for tales from the other side of the mountain—where time stands still, and the stories flow as freely as the tea.
Catch you on the flip side!
Boneshakerbike 
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