Spring break is six, maybe seven, days? Sure, that’s time to drive from Columbia, Mo, to Great Falls, Mt, and back? It’s about 1,361 miles one way, but only if you don’t add stops for the Greyhound Hall of Fame in Wichita or hit a herd of deer coming around a corner at dusk in Iowa.
When we finally made it to Montana, hiked to the snow-topped mountains at the top of the race track at Jenn’s family cabins, and looked out over the continental divide – we struck a pose. The pose and sense of adventure it beckoned to, never left.