I don't usually post on weekends, but today asked for an exception.
Lorri and I drove into Glacier today with no particular agenda—just following the road as it wound along Lake McDonald. We found ourselves at a pullout and instead of checking it off the list — been to the lake and moving on — we just... stopped and wandered along the lakeshore. It took only a few moments to discover the treasure waiting to be loved:
As our eyes took in the beauty, our ears began to tune into what you can hear in a natural quiet zone: small waves lapping against the shoreline, the occasional bird call, wind moving through the trees. We sat there, not talking, not capturing the perfect shot, just being present to what was already there. Three seconds of those sounds are uploaded above.
With our sense filling up and our day slowing down, we made an easy choice: drive up the east side of Glacier. Rounding a sharp corner, this iconic mountain parted the clouds and seemed to whisper, “Don’t miss this.” We heard, agreed, pulled off again. The light kept changing, the clouds kept shifting, and each movement felt like a gift rather than something we'd earned or achieved.
I'm sharing these images not to make you envious of our backyard (though I won't pretend it's not extraordinary), but because something about today felt important to pass along: the treasure wasn't in the destination. It was in the decision to linger.
We live in a culture that's constantly asking us to do more, see more, accomplish more. Even our vacations become exhausting productions. We rush through experiences instead of inhabiting them. We're always heading somewhere else, convinced that the next thing will finally satisfy.
But what if the deepest satisfaction is already here, in the simple act of pulling off the fast lane and paying attention?
What if slowing down isn't about doing less, but about being present enough to receive what's right in front of us?
The lake didn't perform for us today. Mount Reynolds didn't appear on schedule. The clearing skies weren't guaranteed. We simply showed up, and then we stayed long enough to notice what was already being offered.
That's not just a lesson for tourists in national parks. It's a posture for life.
What would it mean for you to find your own version of that pullout by the lake? Not someplace exotic you need to travel to, but the ordinary moment you could linger in today—the morning coffee you actually taste, the conversation you don't rush through, the sunset you watch all the way down instead of just glancing at?
The sound of still water. The mountain emerging from clouds. The patches of blue sky breaking through gray.
These aren't just Montana moments. They're invitations to a life where simple presence becomes the treasure we've been searching for all along.
What's one simple thing you could linger with today?
Gratefully,
— Gene
