I kinda felt like Dorothy on Father’s Day.

We’re not in Kansas anymore Toto.

Many friends texted me for the specialness of the day, and I wasn’t expecting any of it.

We rode up and down a small plane to big sky country in Wyoming, and it was new for all of us as a family.

I felt proud to be American today. The national parks are beautiful, spectacular, and should be shared. Bison and bear and geyser today, all as a typical tourist, with little effort.

I want to contribute to a spur of effort for our wild places, for a recognized one world for all people, for a land with bison and bears.

Just like in the novel, we can land this cyclone. We can be free, and joyous and here.

We can be. If we recognize we’re not anywhere else.