I will survive.

That's my vacation mantra. I will survive. I will survive. It helps keep me from crawling into the suitcases (too often) or sucking on my pacifier-foot (much). And it seems to work, because I have survived another one. And, truth be told, it wasn't really all that bad.

We went to Montana for a week. We stayed at Big Mountain and hiked the Danny On trail, drove through Glacier National Park on the Going-to-the-Sun road, and ate ice cream. The grass in Montana is delicious.

And unlike most vacations, we didn't get lost (not even once! A first!) and I didn't get attacked by any rude dogs. I might even go back someday. But not any time soon. There's still no place like home.

There's no better copilot than a Biggie.

Here I am, navigating.  No wonder we didn't get lost this time!