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actually made only two excursions into Glacier
National Park. There were several reasons for this, the chief of those
being that we were on vacation and disinclined to do anything that
required significant effort, such as getting out of bed early. Also, the
main -- and most scenic -- road through the park was still closed. So, I
got several low altitude pictures, but the mountains remained at a
distance.
The
first trip was to Bowman Lake. Bowman Lake is at the end of about 12 miles
of terrible road. Before we started out, someone told us that the road was
in "good" shape. Based on previous experience, I was skeptical.
"Good" in this case usually means, "marginally better than
driving up the creek bed." Lois did not realize -- or had forgotten
-- just how rough the trek could be. She shrieked when we hit the first
really bad section and then settled down to a series of rather
uncomplimentary observations for the rest of the ride. She is unlikely to
take that trip again without a sports bra and a hardhat, and maybe not
even then.
In any event, we finally arrived, took a few
photos, fed the mosquitoes, discussed the view with a couple of tourists
from upstate New York and banged and rattled our way back down to what
passes for civilization on the North Fork.
In all fairness, Bowman is a gorgeous,
high-altitude glacial lake and one of my favorite spots in the park. I've
hiked a great many miles in its immediate vicinity and rate it a
"must see" for any visitor. But the road stinks on ice.
A week or so later,
having caught up on our sleep and accomplished a few other important
activities, we took another ride into the park. This time, Lois and I,
along with our daughter, Betsy, and her "SO", Brian, drove up
Going To the Sun Road. We couldn't go too far because the pass was still
not cleared of snow, but we did manage to see some of the sights near Lake
McDonald.
Lake
McDonald is the largest body of water in the park. Like Bowman Lake, it is
a long, deep, glacially carved lake nestled between high ridges and
angling up against the Continental Divide. Unlike Bowman, it is accessible
by a decently paved road and has served as one of the centers of activity
for the park since its opening in 1910.
Just
beyond the lake is the Avalanche Creek area. As it is in a narrow,
well-watered canyon, it is thickly grown with huge cedar trees and other
moisture-loving species. It is a unique corner of a region best known for
its rugged, high-altitude scenery.
Every time I visit, I try to get a decent
picture of Avalanche Falls. I've done a fair bit of work with a tripod and
Kodachrome 64 with good-to-indifferent results. Imagine my chagrin when my
point-and-shoot digital camera actually got a couple of fairly decent
shots. I like each for different reasons, so I include them both here:
 
On our return, we stopped at Apgar Village.
The gals hit the touristy shops; I drank coffee and exercised forbearance.
I took no pictures.
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