Glasgow, Montana needed a name back then.
In 1887 a railroad clerk, presumably a man of wisdom and whimsy, spun a globe, closed his eyes and put his finger on Glasgow, Scotland.
This intrigued her to the point she could no longer stay away.
So she made the trip north from Nipomo, California up to Glasgow, Montana.
The drive felt like a slow dance toward nothing in particular, but also a return to something specific.
After a few hours in the Charles M. Russell National Wildlife Refuge outside town, she decided she felt more alive than ever before.
