Glacier National Park

A few sprinkles of rain - the first of our trip - fell on us on the way to Whitefish, Montana.  The sky was overcast.  A definite change in the weather, and it didn't look good for our tour of Glacier National Park.  On the positive side, the cooler weather was good for sleeping.

You may have heard of Whitefish.  Even though it's isolated, up near the Canadian border, it's an upscale resort town, with some serious real estate prices for homes on the shore of its beautiful mountain lake.  The downtown shopping district is a nice one, but the main drag is completely torn up for sewer work, which diminishes the charm, and must be driving the storeowners crazy.  Would we live there?  No.  It's certainly pretty enough, but without a college nearby, our intellectual prowess would inevitably decline.

We are staying in an RV park just outside Whitefish, which is about 20 miles from the west entrance to Glacier National Park.  The main drive is called the "Going to the Sun" road, and parts of it have a vehicle size limit of 21 feet in length, which means that we will have to go in our Mazda pickup truck.  Since there are bears in the park, and the roads are curvy, we decide to leave our dogs Tammy Faye and Sophia behind. 

Glacier is, of course, magnificent.  Happily, the sun was out.  The west entrance is on a lake surrounded by tall tree-covered mountains.  Nancy and I went for a hike on a trail in a cedar forest and felt as one with nature.  The road climbed up and up until you're looking over a valley that was carved by a glacier eons ago.  The vistas were so jawdropping that I felt even more insignificant than usual.

Nancy tells me that my comment above about intellectual prowess was pretentious and stupid and people wouldn't realize it was a joke.