Travel by Shuttle Late at Night

I made arrangements to travel from the airport at Missoula to Polson once the plane landed at 11:30 pm. My very own bed was just too much of a desire to want to spend just a little less money and stay at a hotel and take the bus (8 am anyway). Soon all the old 'voices' popped into my head - woman alone meeting an unknown man and driving away 60 miles in the dead of night. I reminded myself that this would be Montana and that surely it would be safe as it was a business after all. Then the reminder that Thompsons Falls, MT has more sex offenders per capita than any other US town, popped in. Well, we wouldn't be going through Thompsons Falls! Oh, the trials and tribulations.



I met the shuttle driver, who immediately pulled my bags off the conveyor belt and loaded them into the van. What a nice little courtesy after a long flight! We had to take another passenger to his house in south Missoula. But what's another half an hour after a seven hour flight. Both men were delightful company. The passenger had just played violin at a Sufi dance retreat. Now doesn't that just sound right up my alley?? The driver and I talked about life and spirituality all the way to Polson. He carried my bags to the front door and waited with his lights on the door until I was inside with my bags.



The one thing he forgot to do was remind me to take the keys out of the front door lock. Yes, the next morning my neighbor came over with a box I had mailed home and asked me if those were my keys in the front door! Good thing I live in Polson and not Thompsons Falls.



May the peace of the mountains give you peace of mind.