Glacier

reflected mountains You’ve probably already seen the pictures, but while I am happy with several of the pics for what they are I look at them and I know I utterly failed to capture what I saw in Glacier National Park. Some times I just put the camera away and pulled to the side of the road, breathless. Just me among mountains that defied the sky, air so clean it hurt, and the sound of birds singing their tiny lungs out.

And lots of cars.

I was on a thin, crumbling ribbon of a road, riding the shoulders of mountains into the pure blue sky. On my right the world fell away; on the left cold streams danced down the rocks, splashing the road and sometimes me with a sweet mountain kiss.

There was construction on parts of the road, places where workers were being lowered over the edge in cages to do I-don’t-want-to-know-what to keep the road from sliding down the mountain. At those places there was only room for one lane of cars, so the uphill and downhill traffic would take turns waiting. Inevitably, the car waiting at the front of the line was controlled by a terrified driver not willing to go up the hill at any greater than walking speed, slowing further when forced by oncoming traffic to occupy their own lane. Thus, crawling up the hill were long, creeping trains of cars. I wasn’t in a hurry, but I had better things to look at than the ass of some SUV.

Obligatory_dead_tree_shot.jpg After one construction stop, there was a scenic pullout just past. I broke away from my train and parked. I found some food left over from my my shopping trip in Columbia Falls and sat on the low rock wall that was there to keep cars from taking the shortcut down. Dangling my feet over the edge into space I ate my apple. The train passed, and most of the others at the pullout moved on soon after. Two Harley riders and I hung out for a while, I having a snack while they peeled off a layer of their riding gear. It was quiet – up here there weren’t even many songbirds. There was the sound of wind and the sound of my apple crunching between my teeth. It was a good apple.

Finally I could see the next train pulling up the hill toward me. I climbed back into my machine and pulled back onto the road before it reached me, with nothing ahead but empty road – until the next pullout, where someone else was doing the same thing I was. Someone who was terrified driving up the hill, creeping along, pushing well over into the oncoming lane, away from the edge, slowing down even further when forced to occupy their own space. Best laid plans and all that. Oh, well.

At Logan Pass there is a visitor center which is a nice place to get up and walk around, but not such a great place to learn about the park. There are a few stuffed animals and things, but nothing about the history or the geology of the area. That information is on signs at the pullouts along the drive. Stop and read them. It’s good stuff.

So, Glacier National Park. Go. Take snacks. Relax, and enjoy a slow ride.

5 thoughts on “Glacier

  1. Oh, we had a great sailstice, thank you. About a half-dozen boats each from the Rio Grande Sailing Club and the San Juan Sailig Club got together for raft-ups and recreation at the northern end of Navajo Reservoir.

    We did have a couple of “learning experiences.” One was planned: finding out how much a skipper can do with one arm out of commission. The other was unplanned — what happens when the foredeck crew doesn’t secure a line properly and it ends up fouling the prop in increasingly breezy (near 20 knots) conditions, and the one person with the arm strength to pull the motor up and unfoul the prop no longer has the arm. Meanwhile, we were being blown onto a lee shore.

    We did at least manage to pull out of that problem — the mainsail was already furled, so we just unfurled the genoa a bit, and since it was a broad reach to the courtesy dock, we just came in under sail. So while we may have been seen as inept for having the trouble in the first place, maybe getting out of trouble on our own improved our image.

    Once we got the boat out of the water and onto the trailer, it was easy to unwind the line from the “prop-winch” and get everything straightened out.

    But still, I’ve told Pat, I don’t think I can take any more “learning esperiences.”

  2. Speaking of really narrow mountain roads, Jerry, I don’t know if you remember when you were about 4 and I was about 6. Munzy and Daddy Teague were visiting, and we were all taking a drive in the brown 1964 Chevy 2 staion wagon. We were going over Wolf Creek Pass, and you looked out the window, saw nothing below, and said, “The car is falling.”

    That sent Munzy into a panic, from which I’m not sure she ever recovered.

  3. Oh, about that Chevy 2 — it’s the station wagon version of the car in “Repo Man” — and it was even the same color.

  4. I went to a seminar by a guy studying Glaciers in GNP. They have retreated over the last 20 years an alarming amount. Likely culprit is global warming. It sounds like the visitor center was kind of lame. It should have had some informationon the glacier retreat. Glaciers all over the globe are really retreating.

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