So let’s get this trip started. When I found out I was going to Glacier National Park on a Partners in the Parks excursion and that I would be driving, I decided that I could not just pass Yellowstone (I mean come on, it was only a little over a hundred miles out of the way), I had to stay one night in the park. I guess I was underprepared. I didn’t do enough research. That is always part of the adventure with me so it seems and in most cases I embrace it, however I found in this case that it made for some rather annoying situations.
Beware of bears. Don’t get yourself gored by buffalo. Geysers are extremely hot. Wolves. Mountain Lions. – These were all things I was prepared for, but no one warned me against the incredibly stupid, dangerous, and overpopulated humans. Once in the park boundary it took well over two hours to get to my camp site near West Thumb on Yellowstone Lake. But no more negativity.
It was all worth the effort when I finally slipped off alone after the sun had gone down and the moon was out over the lake and all the people vanished into their comfort campers.
I felt as if I had been transported to Walden Pond but instead of train noise close to the edge of the pond, it was nonstop car traffic. There wasn’t a soul near the lake; just lots of people in cars. What kind of park experience is that? Regardless, it was beautiful as the fog rolled in and the fish jumped up into a world other than their watery own. The back end of the pond began to blend with the fog, mountains, and sky making it look in some places as if it was endless like the California Desert’s Salton Sea.
I decided the best way to avoid the crowds on the trials was to be out on the trail by 4 a.m. It worked out pretty well, however I wasn’t expecting so much steam. I got lost. I found my way eventually and headed on to Glacier (another 7 hours or so). Here are the pictures from that morning’s adventures.
On my way out of the park, I ran into some of humanity’s old friends. We have historically loved these animals so much that we have nearly snuffed them out of existence. It’s not much different now, only we capture their image and barrage them with noise instead of kill more of them than we can eat.
I tend to believe that you cannot get much out of an area if all you are doing is driving through it. I almost feel ashamed when I have to. Every moment of the drive from Yellowstone to Glacier was breathtaking. I cannot begin to imagine what it would have been like to walk the whole thing instead.
And then I stopped for breakfast in the town of Ennis, Montana. What exactly do I enjoy about this town? I don’t know. I think it’s something in the atmosphere.
Do yourself a favor… if you find yourself coming through this town, stop in to the Ennis Cafe. Great atmosphere. Great food. Great people. Did I mention unbelievable french toast? Both the town and cafe remind me of Chetek, Wisconsin , a beautiful little town surrounded by lakes, pine forests, and wildlife. Like Chetek, fishing is a huge attraction in Ennis.
Off subject, here’s a Cedar Breaks update. From this Saturday to Wednesday we are expecting snow. And those of us living up at 10,350 feet above sea level have been advised to be ready to move out of our housing with an hour’s notice.
This is a last sweet taste, glowing with the sun, wind, and trees. These last few days are and have been the golden days; the last drops before the stiffening.
I sit here and count off the sleepy minutes and the gnawing visitors who have made the staff’s nerves raw. At six I will rocket out that door and into the golden cathedrals that will soon collapse before our feet.
I’m peeling leaflets of time away; trying to make each rip and tear last an eternity, but each comes off faster and gets buried under quicker than the last. I will not sift through the pile of the fallen; but instead reach out to those about to turn.
It’s Fall; the unravelling. Ever quicker it goes spiraling to and end; the closing; before the great slowing. Everything is in a hurry to stuff in what they can before the cold. There is a real escalation here, you can feel the dire urgency in the air. I’m going to swim in it a little longer.