When Blackstone Farms was first offered for sale, a dear friend – Bruce Valley, for those of y’all lucky enough to know this fine young man – asked me how I felt about my parents selling my childhood stomping grounds.  We were sitting in the Many Glacier bar, and out of my mouth came a casual line that’s now stuck around long enough to be true.

“Home is where your mama is,” I said to Bruce, meaning no disrespect to my equally beloved father.

Why did I say this?  I’m not sure if it’s because my mom is the penultimate homemaker — I strive to be half as good as she is — or if it’s that the first home we ever know, the watery womb, is so deeply imprinted into our cortex that we don’t even realize that calling out for Mama means calling out for home.

Whatever the reason, I put little thought into my answer, and as so rarely happens, I found I instinctively knew the truth without overanalyzing it.  Home is where your Mama is.

And on Monday, she happened to be in Glacier County, my “actual” home, as did my dad and Brother Dear.  The skies were perfect and I’d worked through the weekend, so we took to Glacier Park to celebrate spring’s homecoming, cruising down to Two Medicine to scramble up the longest 3.1 miles in the park, to Scenic Point.

Hi, Mom.  Thanks for getting us to take a day off and go hiking.

Maggie Rose and I inadvertently dressed alike.  As did Brother Dear and Mom.  Dorks.

At the bottom, the trail has a lot of snow cover, but no big deal, though I’d recommend waterproof shoes.  As it climbs higher, the snowbanks get a little steeper, but nothing scary if you’re not toting a baby on your back.  I’m not as coordinated as Brother Dear, so he took Maggie, and my poles, and maneuvered her through.  Good work, Uncle Brother Dear!

The saddle before the ridge walk out to actual Scenic Point is choked with snow, though I imagine if you didn’t have a nearly-1-year-old in tow you could probably easily scramble above it.  We deemed the saddle “good enough” and soaked in the gorgeous views of Two Medicine.

Everyone had to help carry Maggie Rose.  She weighs about 25# and I can’t say I’m real impressed with the Kelty Kids pack we’ve got her in.  Anyone have a recommendation on a more comfortable model, or should we just step up the walking practice?

A herd of Bighorn sheep escorted us out.  I don’t know why I still take sheep pictures, but they always thrill me, and it was fun to watch Maggie notice them for the first time.

Ah, Glacier.  You’re not home in the sense that Mama is, but you’re a mighty close second.  So good to see you!

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