Time. Dripping away the moments that make up a dull day. You fritter and melt the hours in an offhand way. Kicking around on a piece of frozen ice high in your hometown, waiting for someone or something to slow your diminishing way. Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to dread the rain. You were young and now life is not to be long and there is no time to kill today. And then one day you find ten years got behind you, no one told you when to freeze, you missed the starting gun. Get to Glacier National Park before it is just a National Park with out the glacier.
Leaning out of the way so to see Glacier National Park
Downsize. You do not get to take it with you anyways. A fancy home is awesome, with fancy walls to put up paintings that will never have a story or memory as the real visual sights your eyes send to your brain. A pain pill for your eyes will not be needed at this mountain that has visuals down and out. Far down and far out. Like so far out, that melting glacier to your left of Glacier National Park can be seen, the lake straight ahead of named Flathead, or the lake to your right named Whitefish. Whitefish Mountain, in the northern reaches of Montana, was the last resort that MauiSkiBus.com was to visit before venturing into Canada.
MauiSkiBus passed out many Maui goodies to the crowd at Whitefish Mountain, MT.
MauiSkiBus.com arrived late at night, with fine directions to an exact prime parking spot, by the Riley PR princess of Whitefish Mountain. The nearby lift attendants had a thousand questions, such as “What is that yellow bus from Maui doing here?”, “Why does it have Hawaii plates?”. Photos were taken, interviews were given, and MauiSkiBus shared many Maui goodies.
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Pounding on the moguls deserve stretching upside down