How the West was...okay, not WON so much as fought over by three hungry, cranky children like the last slightly stale chocolate glazed croissant...

Posting from the wilds of northwestern Montana, just a few miles from snow-capped mountains, where black bears and grizzlies and big cats roam. Five of us trapped in a small hotel room--two of us under the age of ten--sharing a bathroom and a complimentary Continental breakfast tray and fighting over the temp control on the air conditioner. There's no quiet spot to escape for writing, or even just sitting and thinking. I can check my email in ten and fifteen minute bursts on the hotel computer, but can't concentrate long enough to read or critique a full chapter for a friend. Maybe if I sneak down after midnight...

Tomorrow we hike Glacier Park, home of all the aforementioned carnivorous beasties. I am determined to approach the day with a positive attitude, and NOT end up doing time for manslaughtering my own kin and dumping their bodies in the lake. Orange jumpsuit, side-seam pockets, not a good look, as Barb keeps reminding me.

Prayers and good wishes gratefully accepted...