We explored a good section of the largely-deserted northwest Glacier National Park.
Bowman Lake illustrated the serenity possible in Glacier, with mirrored waters reflecting a backdrop of snow-fringed peaks and hillsides carpeted with trees.
While in Polebridge, we stayed in a tepee two nights, which proved to be more fun than it sounds. If only we had brought a mosquito net for the 5:30 sunrise…
Traveling from east to west across Glacier NP met our expectations, with soaring views, cool breezes, walks across meadows still filled with snow, and traffic. Lots and lots of traffic.
But enough about the Going to the Sun Road. That has been written about and photographed extensively. I want to talk about where we are now staying: Polebridge, MT. Or do I?
I began having this debate in my head while driving to a closed Canadian border post: When we come across something beautiful, an amazing thing, but a thing that is only that way because it isn’t crushed by people and their credit cards and minivans and loud, pointless talking, should we attempt to describe its wonder (and location) to others?
After an hour, I reached my decision. And I have nothing more to say on Polebridge.