The road to Wisdom is narrow but well-paved two-lane highway, absent of commercial activity, graced with spectacular scenery. The route parallels a cold stream, borders pastureland, and in the distance rise the Bitterroot Mountains, jagged and uncompromising. Wisdom appears without much heraldry—no billboards, no suburbs, just a simple sign or two at the edges. I stop at the gift shop. “OK, miss, lay it on me.” say I