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Caroline and Kathy
October 2, 2007
Our time at the cabin must come to an end. The weather is just not breaking at Glacier, so we’ve decided to make our way to our next destination. We packed our small grocery store and started back out on Highway 2, down along the edge of Glacier since we cannot go through it. The stunning views are still there, looking a little different this morning because of the lack of sun. It’s disheartening really; we know the beauty is just buried, and while it’s still beyond gorgeous, it’s a little frustrating to be followed around by the rainclouds.
There was a pull-off along the way called Goat Lick Pass. Apparently, during said time of year, the mountain goats come out and lick the side of the mountain. It gives them some important nutrients, and it’s a spectacle to behold – just not today. The rock is gray and green and completely unexpected with a small river running through and foliage of various colors. The stop was lovely, and we were glad to make the quick side trip.
We chased around the clouds and tried to duck them at every pass. Honestly, they seemed to be following us around. We hit the base of the park and turned corner after corner of new scenery. Then we hit a row of all the snow-capped mountains along highway 2. It was amazing. The snow is thick and clings to the sides of the mountains. There are not as many trees here, and the terrain is completely different. It’s the same park, but a different angle and certainly more ‘in your face’ with the mountains. They weren’t hiding on this side, but those damn clouds still stayed around and taunted us.
A sign appeared and we were suddenly in Blackfeet country. The reservation stretches for miles and miles, but we were unsure where their exact boundaries were. We kept going along the highway and noticed it said Continental Divide. Now, we’re not sure if the mountain range is actually the divide, or if it was around there. I’ll have to do some research to see what, but the idea of it is really cool!
The little town of
It took almost no time at all for Kathy to almost break into tears. There, on the side of the road, was an astonishing view of the glaciers with the yellow aspens decorating the side. And among the divots of nature were horses grazing; no cares in the world. There were only a handful, maybe fifteen, but their existence in that spot was just remarkable. It’s what you think of when you think horse ranch in
We continued along, wondering what could top that. Here the glaciers are more visible. I snapped picture after picture of the behemoths finding one view more amazing then the next. Twists and turns took us around every corner on our way to Two Medicines.
A pull-off stated there were ‘falls’ and we decided to stop and see what it was all about. Mind you, it was beyond windy and extremely cold. We were a bit afraid of a repeat performance of the day before, but figured we’d see what the falls were and if they were worth anything.
This was a short jaunt in through the light woods. The glaciers were towering over us in every direction, still shrouded in the mist. We could hear the water, but didn’t see it at first. There was a quick trip over our favorite rocks and up a slight incline.
Water is pushing its way out of the side of the mountain at a full force and racing downstream. Above it, the mountain protects the landscape, but today, it was mostly cloud covered. We got a few looks at it, but the sun refused to come out over Glacier. But it really didn’t matter; this was probably one of my favorite spots. I so love waterfalls and the scenery here was so gorgeous. While I’m sure the blue skies would have made the whole thing perfect, I was thrilled at having seen what we did. I think I took 50 pictures just in varying angles of that spot. These are postcards if I’ve ever seen them. Water, foliage and mountains all in symbiotic relationships. This is such a different view of the park.
We finally made it out of the park and decided to head to Browning to begin our ‘actual’ roadtrip along route 89. In order to do that, we had to snake our way in and out of the glaciers and foothills along beautiful highway 49. The road zigged and zagged, back and forth up and up through and over the mountain. The higher we climbed, the better the view. It was a complete overview of the area – the mountains and the plains. The blue of the sky made itself known, but not anywhere near the park. The mountains seemed to trap the low wisps, making fun of us because we so wanted that perfect shot of the
The ascent down the mountainside came to an end as we finally saw ROUTE 89 at the stop sign that appeared. And what else would be there to start our journey but a lovely rainbow! It actually was right over the sign, but my camera didn’t really pick it up. We know it was there and it was a gateway to the true beginning of our roadtrip.
The rest of the way was mostly flat plains with cows and horses – and twice deer ran out in front of us. We watched the sun set over the mountains in the distance and continued through the waning sunlight to the city of