Notes from Glacier National Park

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 Notes from Glacier National Park


Camped at Fish Creek campground at the western end of Going-to-the-Sun Road. The road is the only one that transects the park from its western to eastern boundaries. We took the shuttle bus along the road to Avalanche Creek trail. Hiked it to Avalanche Lake, an emerald-green beauty with a mountain cirque towering over it. Five waterfalls plummeted down the cirque walls to the lake. Returned via Trail of the Cedars, following a gorge carved out by the swift-flowing creek. Jumped on the next bus up the narrow, twisting road to Logan Pass, elevation 6646 feet. Here we hiked up the trail for great mountain views above the treeline. 


Since our vehicle length exceeded the limit on the Going-to-the-Sun Road, we took the hundred mile route around the southern border of the park. We cruised the beautiful Flathead River valley to the St. Mary campground and set up camp in an aspen thicket. We again took the shuttle to see the eastern end of the park. We hiked a trail past waterfalls and mountain vistas to St. Mary’s Falls.


Next day, big winds and travel advisories. The aspen were quaking as quaking aspen should. A rainbow appeared in the western mountains. Drove to Many Glacier and hiked the Apikuni Falls Trail, a mile straight up. It poured rain on the way down, the first of our long trip. Rained all day. The winds didn’t abate until after midnight, or maybe the winds kept blowing and we abated. Weather radio said “58 miles per hour.” Took a short hike on the Beaver Pond Trail. Mountain views and wildflowers everywhere. Scheduled to pull out tomorrow for Theodore Roosevelt National Park, South Dakota, 550 miles east. If the wind keeps up, it’ll practically blow us there.

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