Today, after work I drove to the next town to meet a person I've only talked to by chance in a Facebook writers group of 200,000 members. But she caught my attention with a comment that when she died she wanted her ashes scattered in the Beartooths, and I've always said that, my soul would rather spend eternity in the Beartooths than among harps and clouds. So I commented on her post, and long conversation later we realized we've lived the same life in reverse. Her Dad and my Dad are from Pittsburgh, she was born here, on the Oregon/California border on the coast, and attended the same Jr College in Powell, Wyoming where she met her husband same as I attended and where I met my husband six years after she was there. Now she lives in Cheyenne Wy, where I was born. She works in the hospital I was born at and both of us write novels.
It's so interesting to think about where the best place for ashes might be. Not always where one currently lives, for sure. I see why you like these mountains
Super narrative too