Volunteering in Missoula
The center was extremely upbeat, which threw me off guard initially. Everyone, especially the staff and the volunteer coordinator, Anastasia, were glad to be there and to help out in any way that they could. They knew that they were making a real difference in these lives. But those in the shelter were also their co-workers; the Pov, as they call it, requires that the inhabitants contribute to a daily chore during their stay to help the center run.
They had a good taste in music too. Ironically, Cocaine by Eric Clapton was playing when I walked in. That's about as bad as this Classic by Tracy Byrd being played at an AA meeting. But Eric Clapton doesn't make me want to fire a few pistol rounds into the air. I guess we know what Andrew Quarless was listening to a week ago for inspiration.
These photos suck. I mean they are good photos, but they seriously do not do the place justice. They don't accurately portray how dramatic all of the elevation changes were at Glacier National Park, or how green their green was. It was the greenest green that I've ever seen and I'm colorblind. My trip to GNP cured my colorblindness. It's like the Fountain of Youth for people who thought that Christmas trees had brown leaves and a green trunk while growing up. Or justice for people who got detention in 7th grade for being in charge of sorting all of the markers into the right boxes. It was that awesome.
I'm just gonna throw a whole bunch of photos up here for you all to see but trust me.... You've gotta go for yourself.