Winding Up To Sky, Missoula, Montana

“The landscape was tidy and bare...Nothing had begun to grow yet in the waiting country side....
It was going to be all right. This was what he had needed, this wide silence, this space, this serenity. 
He had forgotten how benevolent the place was, how satisfying. The near hills were round and green and kind; beyond them were farther ones, stained blue by the distance. And behind all stood the long rampart of the Highland line, white and remote against the calm sky.”- Josephine Tey, from “The Singing Sands”, p. 21