26 Aug '14, 10am
Joe Grant explains how his time in the mountains reinforces his relationships.
The wind picks up and blows a grouse feather out from the mesh of my hat that I had placed there earlier. I watch it flutter, pausing momentarily on a tuft of grass before disappearing out of sight. The hat was given to me by my good friend Willie , who visited last week from Montana. It is faded black, with a large elk and the state’s name on it. I had not seen Willie since college over eight years ago, but we picked right back up as if we had never been apart–monkeying around in the hills, drinking too much, and overall just having a good laugh. True friendship is that way. True love is that way also. While the solitude of being in the mountains brings me balance, it also reinforces my need to share this life with my family and friends–birds of a feather.