I disappeared into the world of Montana this summer with daily swims in Flathead Lake, hiking in Glacier Park, eating copious amounts of fruit from the orchard and playing endlessly with my 8, soon to be 10 grandchildren. Summer is now bleeding into fall and on the eve of my 67th birthday I am at the familiar personal evaluation precipice that I find myself every August 31st. What did I learn this year? What did I accomplish? Did I love more fully? Live more courageously?