Somedays I consider travel to be anytime I get outside my house. Fortunately, I live right at the base of a mountain, so I can walk out my front door onto a trail. The top of the mountain is closed during the winter months so a herd of elk can have it to themselves. It opens again during the middle of March, and I generally try to head up there on "opening day." I'm not the only one though, it seems though a lot of my neighbors make the trek as well. After a long winter, it seems it's the first time I have seen some of these folks since fall. A neighborhood tea party on the top of Mt. Jumbo. I love Missoula.
