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wander print - Fifty8 Acres


September 13, 1997, just before midnight. I stood in the middle of US Highway 89 in northwestern Montana, feeling like I had arrived at someplace important and pivotal. A place that should show on a map of my life with the words Go here. Heavy, golden moonlight brought everything out of the shadows. Around me: the hulking shapes of mountains, slopes of land that curved down and back up again, a black ribbon of road. Far away, the light of one house. I had stopped the car for no other reason than to look. At the moon, at the sky, at this vast and wide open land. The night was big. The world was big. How many times had the wind that filled my lungs traveled along the curve of the earth? I breathed in, sure it told...



North. A compass point. A star that guides. The truest of true. The magnetic pull toward which we orient ourselves in our physical space, in our emotional space.

And around here, it’s the signpost to which so many of our thoughts are tethered. If you’ve read Our Story, you know that our minds are set on moving north to Montana someday.

There’s no telling how often our unspoken thoughts turn northward to imagine how life will look there. How it all looks right now, in these in-between days (and months and years) between now and that day when what we’ve been planning becomes something real.

For now, we think of a wraparound porch on a cabin that hasn’t yet been built. A meadow up the hill where elk will wander through. A path down to a cool stream with a name we don’t know yet. There are trout in it, though, and the shadows of trees reflect on its ever-moving surface. A red canoe turned upside down on the banks, waiting. The scent of woodsmoke in the air.