My family never had much use for showing off. Montana suited us that way. You worked, you helped when somebody was short-handed, you kept your word, and you did not act like you were better than the next man.
My father loved this state in a quiet way. He would complain about the weather, the roads, the price of everything, and then turn around and say he would not trade it for anywhere else.
I think Montana gave our family something that is hard to explain. Space, stubbornness, and a sense that you could be poor one year and still hold your head up if you did right by people.
This hex is for my parents, for Montana, and for the kind of pride that does not need a speech.