After making it through the Badlands, Wyoming, and up to Helena, Montana that day, we headed North for Glacier National Park the next.
But of course we wound up on the worst highway imaginable. We had to wait for our escort through the construction zone. About 15 miles of uneven dirt and gravel construction zone.
But we finally made it up to the park, albiet later than we had hoped.
Most relaxed dog ever. He was laying right next to a road, and we still had to watch him for a few mintues to make sure he wasn’t dead. But he was just resting.
I always sat watching the news over in the east ignoring all the summer forest fire reports from out west.
The park was absolutely amazing. If you’ve never been to the Rockies, it’s just a very different experience from all the 5000 foot mountains sitting in Vermont. These are much, much bigger. It’s a tad breathtaking.
Waterfall cutting through the rock.
We took a little hike when we got into the park and got great views of a long lake surrounded by wind-swept trees.
The glacier from “Inconvenient Truth.” It’ll be gone in 20 years.
Joe himself.
Just chilling a couple of feet from the edge of a giant cliff.
At the continental divide was a little parking area with some hiking trails out to get the multiple amazing views from both sides of the divide. Some of the most amazing sights were up there.
About halfway up the hiking trail, looking back.
I’m sooooo reflective.
There was a goat eating roots in a cluster of low trees at the top of the trail. It freaked us out. But it didn’t care if we were there or not. It had roots to eat. Then it took half a step towards us so we ran away. But that was nothing, because once we got back down to the parking lot….
That’s our car on the left. A ring of people in SUVs surrounded the goat to get pictures from the safety of their automobiles. We hung out for a while really, really hoping that the ram would attack one of the SUVs. But it didn’t. It just wanted to eat crud that people had dropped in the parking lot throughout the day.
We got out of Glacier as the sun was setting. Just when it got dark, we were following a Jeep on the road out of the park and I saw something bounding across the road. A black bear cut out into the road right behind the Jeep, and I had to slam on the brakes to keep from running my car into the bear. The bear went on it’s way as if nothing happened. The statement “We almost hit a bear” was repeated several hundred times over the next few hours.
We made it all the way to the Eastern part of Oregon that night, and slept a couple hours in a rest stop on the side of the highway. Next Up: Portland and Seattle Part 1.
