On our last day at Glacier we met a Kiwi named Chris who recommended a destination on the way down to Yellowstone. A little resort just west of Flathead Lake called Mountain Meadows on the shores of Lake Mary Ronan, it was a terrific place to stop and rest between National Parks.
When we checked in the owner told us of the caretaker’s
grandson who lived on the grounds. A 12 year old who enjoyed playing chess,
sounded like a good person for Kane to meet. The next morning a knock on our
door gave Kane the chance to meet Michael and the two sat at the picnic table
playing chess and talking about books. My heart soared seeing Kane connect with
what I would call “one of his people”.
After they each won a game Michael invited Kane to his house to see his
Lego collection and books. Kane was away the whole day as the
rest of us played at the lake.
The boys fished and swam and that evening we met a couple
who invited us to their camp fire for s’mores.
After a couple of days at Mountain Meadows we packed up and
headed south toward much anticipated Yellowstone National Park – which had big
shoes to fill after our week at Glacier.
Fact or fiction: I heard that the term "s'mores" actually comes from a Lakota Sioux indian word meaning "heated cocoa bean and sugar pillows squeezed between two pieces of hard tack and covered in gnats."
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