Fourth of July fell in the middle of our first ten-day hitch, and we were the only crew scheduled to work. While our crew stayed in good spirits—Cliff planned a cookout and a short workday—morale was a little low, and we were all bummed about missing out on the festivities in town. Instead of hanging out with our MCC friends and watching the fireworks from below, we planned a hike to the summit of Mount Aeneas. After the workday, our ascent was a little rough, and the hike lasted what felt an eternity.
When we reached the top, though, and all the land fell away, there was nothing but sunset and rock. We could see fireworks in all the towns surrounding the mountain from Whitefish to Polson. From below, I am sure the fireworks were spectacular, but from our point of view, everything around us was spectacular and the fireworks were just little specs of light across the landscape. It was amazing to see the festivities from such a different perspective, in a natural setting and, also, to see so many people celebrating our democracy in the same way at the same time from above. We all agreed, it was one of the best Fourth of Julys we ever experienced, and I, for one, am glad we had a job to do that day.
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