Friday, 24 August 2012

Glacier National Park

When we were last here, we spent eight wonderful days in the east, west and Canadian sections of the park yet never drove the Going-to-the-Sun Road due to snow. We have returned to rectify that omission.  Now instead of snow, we have encountered construction delays on the road but that has not diminished the pleasure and beauty of the drive.

On one side we are dwarfed by jagged mountain tops, waterfalls and weeping walls (caused by the continuous melting of the ice).  On the sheer drop-off side, flowers in multi-shades of blue, red, yellow and white grow midst the many hues of green. 


With clear blue sky above, no matter which way we gaze the sights are truly awesome.




 We stopped to stroll through Cedar Nature Trail then continued, stopping for photo ops ‘til the end, St. Mary’s.  There we enjoyed lunch at a café and ordered slices of peach and mixed berry pie for dessert later (they were really good).  We met a climate scientist at the café who reminded us that all this beauty we are enjoying is at risk.  There are only 1/6th the glaciers of 150 years ago and those are expected to melt by 2020.  His major concern is why Americans seem to care so little about what is happening.  His words lent gravity to this spectacular experience.

Turning north, we went to Many Glacier to walk along Swiftcurrent Nature Trail.  One nice thing about hikers is their eagerness to share information about the trail and things to see.  Several of them told us about moose in Fishcreek.  We took a short detour to where we got fairly close to two female adult and one young moose enjoying a meal of water vegetation. 




Question for wordsmiths: If the plural of mouse is mice, goose is geese, why isn’t there a plural form of moose (not the chocolate kind)?

The next day we to extended our hiking adventure to find waterfalls.  The angle of the sun brought out the glacial blue color of the frigid water.  Where the water flowed smoothly, it was easy to see trout swimming over the red, brown and grey stones.







Our campsite is nestled in a forest of fir and pine.

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