Bad Glacier

Maybe some of you have been wondering about my childhood. You’ve been reading my posts here or you’ve met me in person, and maybe you’ve asked yourself, “What land could be so pure, so enriching, so heavenly as to produce such a flawless human being?”

Maybe you read Kristine’s post and realize I’m stealing her idea.

Or maybe not. I don’t care, because this is a good way to justify the ridiculous amount of time I spent on Google Maps yesterday.

My home, land of milk and honey corn and pickup trucks.

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