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Glacier Montana

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Chapter 4: Portland, Coeur d’Alene, Montana!

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Portland, Coeur d’Alene, Montana!

Chapter 4: Portland to Coeur d’Alene to Montana!

Portland, OR

Day 10-11: August 31 – September 1, 2018

 

September 1, 2018, 10:55am; Day 11. I was not able to write last night as I was busy posting photos on instagram. From now on, I will really try to post just once a week. It becomes tedious sometimes. And besides, posting things when I’m traveling or exploring places draws me away from the place. I’d rather do something else. But of course, I want to share things too.

 

Anyway, yesterday was Day 10: I spent most of it driving along the coast of Oregon which offered fantastic views. I at least got to see one lighthouse up close. And I got to watch whales! Parts of them, at least. Mostly their backs and tail fins. I also realized then, as I was driving toward Portland, that that was the last time during this trip that I will get to see the Pacific Ocean. I was suddenly gripped by the thought that I wasn’t really able to spend much time by it, observing and appreciating what it had to offer. But I’ll see it again when I get back. I realized that all my life I’ve been close, or even surrounded, by the Pacific ocean—In the Philippines, and in California—and now I’m leaving it behind, the longest time I’ll be away from it so far. Looking back though, these past few days that I’ve been traveling along the coast, I was able to recall and appreciate more the unmerited grace the ocean was tossing out to whoever was paying attention. Things that didn’t really seem apparent, immediate, or noteworthy at the time: The waves crashing down the shores and against cliffs, spraying mist—an amazing, refreshing view; the light from the sun the perpetual waves carry, flashing here and there in random points—nature’s improvised light show; the whales!; and just the vastness of it—a space to clear your mind. I like being by the ocean. From the High Sierra in California to Oregon’s Coast, I will now be heading east!

 

September 1, 2018, 10:30pm. Day 11: Trees, bikes, coffee, plants, books, graffiti, food, people. Portland. This place has a good mix of both nature and city. I like it. Spent the day mostly walking in the downtown area. Although the Laurelhurst neighborhood where I’m currently staying at is a nice area too. Walking along the sidewalk, you notice a variety of plants, flowers and trees lined up beside you. And in the park across the street there were sequoias and redwoods! I was impressed; I didn’t know Portland housed these humble giants too. I was glad I was able to identify and confirm that they were indeed sequoias and redwoods, by looking at their bark, their general shape, leaves, etc. At least now I know how to identify and differentiate between the two. What struck me the most as I was walking in the park was how different the attitude and energy were of the people, as opposed to their attitude and energy when we visited Portland the winter of last year. Last time, the vibe was impossibly mellow, like people everywhere just woke up 5 minutes ago, put on their beanies, then went to work; and you wouldn’t even notice they were actually doing their jobs because they looked too chill to work. This time, I could describe them as being aggressively active—I could see it in their faces. All wanting to work out and be fit. I saw people running, doing yoga, tai chi, riding bikes, on roller blades, doing push-ups and suicide drills. I saw all these in the morning, as I walked across the park.

      I got to Heart Coffee, intrigued by this different, new vibe. I had coffee and did some writing and almost posted in my blog. But I got stuck with figuring out a title for the post. The coffee here, as usual and as my friends always say, is the best. Went to the farmer’s market for lunch and watched some random people performing and playing some music, got lost in Powell’s Books and roamed around there for about an hour (I could stay there the whole day), walked some more around downtown then to the Waterfront park and sat on the grass, under a tree, to read a book.

      Got back and finally met the owners of this house. They were very nice and have done a lot of traveling too. Shera said she used to backpack in the backcountry before. I asked about Glacier National Park and she offered me to take their trail guide book. I don’t think I’ll take it though, I’ll just borrow it for the night. Unless they insist again tomorrow. Overall, it was a nice day. Today I got to see a different side of Portland, a good contrast from last time’s winter visit, in which the general color of the scenes were white because of snow. Now, it’s mostly green with patches of different other colors because of the plants and trees and buildings and graffiti. Last time the vibe was so laid back, mellow. Now it’s more lively and upbeat. I would gladly visit Portland again, whichever mood it happened to be in.

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Chapter 4: Portland, Coeur d’Alene, Montana!

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Portland, Coeur d’Alene, Montana!

Spokane, WA

Day 12: September 2, 2018

 

Drove mostly today. Andrew and Shera, my hosts in Portland, were very nice to give me their Trail Guide in Glacier National Park book. Yes, they insisted again. So I accepted the offer and thanked them. Finally saw Multnomah Falls today but the trail to the very top was closed so I only got as far as the Benson Bridge. It was crowded, but I think I got some good shots.

      From Portland, I would now be driving north east, stopping by Coeur d’Alene, Idaho and then to a small town in Montana, just right outside of Glacier National Park. The drive I took was through the Columbia River Highway, a scenic drive that runs along the southside of the Columbia River. There are numerous waterfalls there, including the one I stopped by, a few hiking trails (the Pacific Crest Trail passes through this area), and also some small towns right next to the river.

      After the falls, I went on a hunt to find the Pacific Crest Trail, or PCT—a long distance trail crossing California, Oregon, and Washington with one end located on the US-Canada border and the other on the US-Mexico border; it is approximately 2,600 miles and usually takes 4-6 months if you’re doing a thru-hike. I hope to someday be able to do this trail. I drove around, stopped here and there and looked at the maps to see if I could find it. I just wanted to see the sign where it says PCT, take a picture of myself with the sign, and maybe walk a little bit of the trail. And I did. I was able to do all that with a kid-in-a-candy-store smile on my face. Someday, I hope to have the guts to do that trail.

      I also stopped by the town of Hood River. A quaint, colorful town right by the river. I just drove by the downtown area but it did seem like it was nice place to walk and explore the little shops they have there. I stayed at their waterfront park, which had awesome views, had lunch and read a book before I headed to where I am now. I will have to wake up early tomorrow so I could get to Coeur d’Alene early! Good night!

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Chapter 4: Portland, Coeur d’Alene, Montana!

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Portland, Coeur d’Alene, Montana!

Coeur d’Alene, ID

Day 13: September 3, 2018

 

Finally got to see Coeur d’Alene! There’s really not much to do here but it has this small-town vibe that I just like. Although it is considered to be the largest city in the county to which it belongs. Spent most of the morning doing chores—laundry, car wash, grocery—then I got to chill at a coffee shop, Union Coffee Roasters. In the afternoon and early evening, I mostly stayed at the park and by lake Coeur d’Alene.

     Got back to my AirBnB, which is by far the nicest place I’ve stayed at, and only for $54 per night! Good deal. Had dinner, which consisted of sausages, baby carrots, and two slices of sourdough bread. It’s a weird combination, but that’s what I had. Watched departures, took a shower, and now am writing this. Oh by the way, I got to post something on my site today – “There’s Something About Poetic Writings.” I couldn’t really think of a good title for it. Anyway, I’ll just try to figure out how to work this Go-Pro-like Sony video camera my dad gave me, for me to use when I get to Glacier National Park. And then . . . sleep.

Kalispell, MT

Day 14: September 4, 2018

 

Two weeks! Explored Tubbs Hill by the Lake this morning and then walked around downtown Coeur d’Alene. Had quite a fancy brunch by the lake at Le Peep: stuffed French toast, bacon, and cappuccino on an outdoor seating overlooking the lake. It was the best . . .. Also, today, I can confidently say that I’ve just had the best ice cream in my whole life yet. It was from a small ice cream parlor in Plains, Montana called Ripples Ice Cream. It was heavenly, sublime.

      And then I learned that there’s a wildfire spreading in Glacier National Park that’s been going on for a few days now, so most of the west side (where I was supposed to enter through) was closed.

      My plan and hopes went up in smoke.

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Days 15-18

Chapter 5: Glacier

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Glacier

Chapter 5: Glacier

Glacier National Park

Day 15-17: September 5-7, 2018

 

September 7, 2018; Day 17. I haven’t written the past two nights, so I’ll try to recall the past days’ adventures in this entry, including today’s.

      So. Wow. Where to begin? This place has the most amazing landscapes I’ve yet seen. Every time I get a glimpse of one of Glacier’s magnificent views, all I can think of are questions exclaimed in disbelief—either what?! Are you kidding me?? Or how??

      My mind blanks, my eyes widen, jaw drops; and I stop, stunned, exultant.

 

Day 1 here in Glacier, September 5. I drove the Going-to-the-Sun Road, a 50-mile road traversing the park and crossing the Continental Divide. About half of it, at least. More than half of the west part of the road, and almost the whole west half of Glacier national park was closed because of some fire in the Lake McDonald area. I was really excited to drive this road because they say it’s one of the most scenic roads here in the US. But of course, the unexpected happened and I only got to drive about less than half of it, and going from an east-to-west route rather than the planned and typical west-to-east. Plans almost always don’t go as planned. Still, even with all those sections closed, I had a perfect day.

      I got here early and set up camp. Then went on to the visitor center to ask for maps and ask rangers about general conditions/restrictions in the park. Then I was set; I stepped in my car, seat belt on, browsed through my awesome playlist, hit play, stared at the windshield of my car—it could be cleaner, I thought—seatbelt off, cleaned the windshield to see the views better, seatbelt on, then drove off. Coming from the east, I drove all the way up to Logan Pass which was the western most point open to visitors at the time. Throughout the drive (throughout almost all the drives here, really), you are surrounded by just sheer beauty: Towering peaks surrounded by serene lakes and wide-open prairies. When I got to the Logan Pass Visitor Center, I waited for about half an hour driving around the parking lot, looking for a spot. It was a busy day. But all the wait was worth it. I hiked up to Hidden Lake overlook which was about 3 miles roundtrip (and later when I got back I would find out that you could actually hike all the way down to the lake itself. Damn.). The trail was amazing, and I got to see mountain goats! They were eating plants beside the trail. Also got to see a big horn sheep, resting in the distance.

 

When I got to the overlook, I just stopped and tried to take everything in; I sat on a rock ledge along the trail, overlooking the shimmering blue lake. The color of the lake reminded me of the pastel-blue color of Crater Lake that one morning; it was cool to the eye. The weather was sunny with scattered clouds; the temperature, just right. Surrounding me are giants of a different scale—mountains, ancient and still. To the front of me, across the lake, are peaks covered in patches of snow; they span most of my view. To the left of me are mountains covered in evergreens; and to my far left and behind me are bare, towering rocks, showing off their layered sediments, reminding us their seniority in these lands. I hear the subtle passing of winds, the occasional calls of birds, and the sounds of small critters like the clacking of grasshoppers. Everything is just perfect.

      I found myself thinking about the texture of our world, something Annie Dillard once thought about and something, in fact, that I picked up from her—a thought to ponder that has never left me since. The texture of our world isn’t as round and smooth as I’ve always pictured a model Earth would be in my head. But it is rough and bumpy with mountains, spiky with trees, tickly with grass, smooth with ice and silky with water. Imagine your hand, scaled to a cosmic size, and run it through the surface of the Earth; maybe that’s what you’ll feel.

 

After Hidden Lake, I walked part of the Highline trail, went to Sun Point—which had amazing views—then went back to camp.

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Chapter 5: Glacier

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Glacier

Day 2 at Glacier, September 6. Half-woke late last night to the sounds of something brushing against my tent. I raised my heavy head up from my sleeping bag, trying to gather my senses from slumber. What could that be? I stayed still, head propped up, suspended in the pale filtered moonlight inside the tent, partially panicked, partially indifferent. I can make out from my half-opened eyes some passing of a shadow; this thing was circling my tent. I’m sure now it’s a bear. I felt around for my bear spray, armed myself to attack, and faced the door of my tent. Would it even bother going through the door? Nothing moved for a minute or more. I went back to sleep.

      Woke up in the morning intact and alive. Thank God. I got up early to snag a spot in the Many Glacier campground. The drive going there was unexpectedly stunning. I managed to be one of the last three to get a campsite. I guess my luck’s not always against me after all. Today was the day I decided—after much pondering whether I should still do it because it was late, it’s a long hike, and there were grizzly bears in the area—to hike up to Grinnell Glacier. I just had to do it. I had to see one of the last remaining glaciers in the park (about 25 more remaining compared to about 150 when the park was established in 1910; they are predicting that by 2030, all the glaciers here will be gone).

 

I started the trail around 11:00am. The parking lot for the trailhead was full but it was quiet. Almost everyone who planned to do this hike started early. Because of the fire in the west, bears have been moving to the east side and were seen frequenting an area of this trail; they closed that section of trail, and are directing hikers to bypass it using a longer route. So I stood there at the trailhead, looking at the map, still a bit hesitant. I looked around; nobody else seemed to be heading this way. I went in the trail on my own. After about 2 minutes of walking the trail, there it was—bear scat! A pile of bear poop in the middle of the trail. I took out my bear spray and walked on. After a few minutes, to my delight, there was a couple coming up from behind me, doing the trail too. I let them pass and discreetly tried to follow them from behind. They looked like they were veterans on hiking thru bear country. I acknowledge and accept that this was very unmanly, but it would have been more of a shame if I didn’t get to finish the trail because I got eaten by a grizzly. I lost them after a few minutes. They took a different route and I was on my own again. And what a bad time it was to be alone. I got to a junction and was unsure which path to take. I couldn’t identify the junction on the map. Standing there, deciding which path to take, I could see that both trails were littered with bear poop. I stood there, looking around, hoping for somebody, anybody, to pass by. None. I couldn’t see or hear anyone. I was still in the woods and lining the trails were tall bushes and plants, making it hard for me to see if there were any impending danger lurking where I would be passing. Slightly panicked, I took my best guess and headed right. I walked fast and made noise to let the bears know I was there so as not to startle them. I knew I was supposed to follow the trail along the north shore of the lake, but I couldn’t even see the lake. I kept on walking; kept on seeing bear poop. Walked more, and yet even more bear poop. You knew it was fresh because it smelled. By this point, I was certain they were there, lurking behind the bushes. I stopped, hesitant, and reconsidered my steps. Should I continue along this trail? I couldn’t see the end of it and couldn’t see or hear anybody. Or should I turn around and consider the other trail at the junction? It was quite a long way back by this point. I turned back. And was relieved when I encountered the couple again. OK, let’s be honest here, I wasn’t just relieved; I was thankfully, profoundly relieved when I saw them. I asked whether they knew which way was to Grinnell Glacier, trying not to let them hear the great relief in my voice. They did. Turns out I did manage to pick the right path. We again split up at another junction. They headed to Grinnell Lake and I started my ascent up Mt Grinnell.

 

The hardest, or should I say the scariest part of the trail—passing through grizzly country—was over, and by this point there were already more people on the trail. Apparently, I caught up with them. The hike up to the glacier was tiring, ascending approximately 1,600 ft. The remainder of the trail didn’t have much shade; the sun was beating down on us. All of that was worth it. After switching to low gear and climbing up the last hill, I made it.

      I stared with disbelief and had the biggest grin on my face. I wasn’t prepared for the beauty that lay before me. To the front of me, on the left side, was Grinnell glacier (only a small part of what it once was, but still magnificent). In front of me, higher up in the mountain and nestled in a shelf, was Salamander glacier, bearing down its melted parts over the rocky ledge as a thin, steady flowing waterfall. Both glaciers contributing to a turquoise blue gem of a lake which now lay in front of me, shimmering in the afternoon light. Its cool, calm demeanor resisted the sun’s heat. Chunks of ice, big and small, floated on its surface like islands on a calm sea. I walked to the shore and touched the waters; it was cold. The air, refreshing. From time to time you can hear the rumble of the glaciers, restless from the afternoon heat, as if wanting to break away. But they don’t. I was completely blown away by this scenery. I stayed there a little over an hour, just enjoying my time.

      I bid my farewell to the waters of the lake, the glaciers, rocky shores, and started my long way back. The hike was a total of over 13 miles round trip with an elevation gain of 1,600 ft. and took me about 7.5 hours total. Got back to camp around 6:30pm, had dinner, shower, and a good night’s sleep.

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Chapter 5: Glacier

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Glacier

Day 3 at Glacier, September 7—which is today. I joined a ranger-led hike. Because bears. We started early in the morning. The hike was supposedly to Iceberg Lake, however, the trail was closed due to frequenting of grizzly bears in the area. We hiked instead through Swiftcurrent valley. We started at the bottom of the valley walking alongside a string of lakes, past a variety of trees—pines, firs, and spruces. Quaking aspens are also abundant here; their leaves, trembling with the passing of winds, offer a sweet sight and sound to the senses. We stopped at Red Rock Falls for a snack and then continued on our way. It was a pleasant walk down in the valley. The leaves of the plants and trees vary in color from yellow, orange, dark orange, to rust, and green. I guess because of the elevation, autumn arrives early here. Is that how it works? I’ll have to do some research on this.

      As we started to ascend and gain elevation, the change in color of the leaves became more dramatic, or rather, unusual. In some cases, a pine or spruce might have perfectly fine green leaves on one side but then distinctly shift to yellow on the other, or sometimes the change in color occurs only in one branch. There were also others in which the whole trees themselves turn rust-like orange; dry and maybe even dead but still standing. According to ranger Ross, it was because of a phenomenon called winter desiccation. During winter, the trees come close to a freezing state because of extremely low temperatures. Then a particular warm wind—the chinook winds—blows over the area, warming the branches which causes them to lose moisture. However, the roots of the trees remain frozen and are unable to transport water effectively to the dry branches high up in the trunk. It results to a drying out of the leaves of that particular branch, giving the tree an unusual, variegated color.

      Walking in the valley, alongside the mountains, it is close to impossible not to see the evidence of sedimentation that formed them. Layered sediments of rocks visible way up on the side of the mountains, most of them running parallel to the ground; some layers are tilted at an angle, some are curved or resemble a wave. The tilt is caused by the uplift of the land in this area because of movements of the tectonic plates. The curve or wave is caused by the same event, except that the pressure in these parts were too great causing the layered rocks to bend, or fold. I’m doing my best to recall what little I’ve learned here. The varying colors of those layered rocks—greens, whites, reds, maroons—I’m afraid I cannot explain precisely. All I know is that some are oxidized minerals, and some are not. And that the layer of black band is actually solidified magma, that once seeped up from beneath, finding weakness in between layers of rocks and then settling there. The two thin white bands or layers that you can see above and below the black band is caused by the baking of the underside or topside of the two rock layers that came into contact with the magma, turning them into a kind of “low-grade marble.”

 

As for the formation of these landscapes in Glacier, it can be summarized into 4 phases. Ranger Ross said it consisted of 3 phases: Silt, Tilt, and Slide. But I think a fourth one should be included. Sorry ranger Ross. Maybe he just forgot to include the last one.

 

First phase is the Silt or the sedimentation phase. Back when the earth was dominated mainly by land and seas, there weren’t any trees or vegetation yet, or at least not much, to hold the ground and keep it from eroding easily. The result is that a lot of sediments—because of winds and rainfall—get washed down to the sea and eventually settle at the bottom. Given time, the sediments build up, compress, and eventually solidify. Given more time, which was abundant in those days, this process was repeated in different periods or eras, building layer upon layer, each characteristic of its own time. Second phase is the Tilt. This phase is the uplift of certain parts of the land caused by tectonic plates moving toward each other, like the crinkling of a towel when you slide both ends of it toward the center. Part of the land lifts up or tilts at an angle because of the building pressure, forming mountains or mountain ranges. Third phase is the Slide. Here, in this specific part of the land in which Glacier National Park resides, the land not only bent and tilted, but fissured due to the immense pressure from the sliding of tectonic plates. With the land split and great pressure still present, one part of the land slid eastward on top of the other. The distance of that sliding is said to have reached 50 miles. This event formed what is now known as the Lewis Overthrust Fault. This gives the mountains of Glacier a unique characteristic in that, because of the sliding of one land mass over the other, older rock layers can now be found and seen sitting on top of newer ones – something that excites mostly geologists. But it is interesting. Now, the Fourth phase that I think ranger Ross should have included: Glacial Carving. During the recent “Little Ice Age” around 400-500 years ago, these lands were blanketed in ice reaching up to 4,000 – 5,000 ft. thick. Glaciers—moving masses of ice—ruled the land, allowing only some of the mountain peaks to surface. The underside of these glaciers, because of their immense size and weight, maintain a certain plasticity allowing the whole mass of ice to move, slowly, against the land. Propelled by their weight and the eventual warming of the environment, they moved and receded. And while doing so, using boulders stuck on their underside or sides as tools, they carved and gouged the land. The result is the formation of these sculpted mountains and basins for glacial lakes, and majestic U-shaped valleys—a glorious scenery fit for the heavens.

      I got carried away. I did not mean to tell the story of the land, but I just felt like I needed to put it down on writing, as if explaining to myself, not wanting the story to slip away. I’m not an expert and can hardly be called knowledgeable about these things. Though I hope I was mostly accurate. It’s just all so interesting. When you stumble upon something that stirs you and awakens your spirit, isn’t it natural to want to know more?

 

Back to the hike. The climb going up towards Swiftcurrent Pass offered spectacular views of the valley. Here, you can imagine the glaciers covering the land; I tried to wrap my head around how massive they must have been to carve this whole scene. We didn’t go all the way up to Swiftcurrent Pass, just up to the point called Devil’s Elbow. The view at the distance was slightly obscured by smoke but it was nonetheless spectacular. The valley stretches hundreds of miles in almost a straight line; the mountains, as if blown by a mighty breath, are pushed to the sides, arching away from the center of the valley, giving its distinct U shape. Below, on the valley floor are the string of glacial lakes surrounded by subalpine firs. Such scene will make you want to shout for praise, and leap for joy; nothing else matters. On our way back, we saw a golden eagle soaring down into the valley and then finally ascending, up, over the mountains, and out of sight. It was an awesome and fun hike. I should do more of these ranger-led hikes. Ranger Ross had this contagious curiosity that made learning about the land more interesting. Also, the group I hiked with was a nice mix of people. We were about 15 however, only 3 of us made it to the top; some just waited for our return. I met and talked to an elderly couple from Wisconsin, and an Occupational Therapist from Germany. The hike was a total of about 12-13 miles round trip with an elevation gain of 1,600ft.

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Chapter 5: Glacier

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Glacier

The rest of the afternoon was spent relaxing on the backside of Many Glacier hotel, looking out at one of the most magnificent scenery in the Many Glacier area. I tried to write however, an elderly couple sat beside me and we talked. Their names were Peter and Jane; they’re from Pennsylvania. We talked about hiking because they liked to hike and backpack when they were younger; they hiked parts of JMT and the AT. Later on they went for a walk and left me by the bench. They came back not long after, and told me about this young woman that they just met during their walk. So they were walking and Jane notices this girl who looked, I guess, like she was hiking somewhere. Jane then asks her, out of the blue, “so where did you start?” To which the girl matter-of-factly replied, “from New Mexico.” She was apparently just a few miles away from finishing thru-hiking the Continental Divide Trail. And she also finished thru-hiking the PCT and AT a couple of years back. I was just blown away, inspired, and a bit jealous. Someday, I hope to do those too. Even at least just the JMT and PCT. After they left, I just sat there and watched the light show that would mark the end of the day.

      I sat on the bench facing westward; the sun was about to set. The scene in front of me is a lake which stretches for about a mile until it meets land again. And on that land, commanding most of the view, are the glorious mountains of this landscape. I counted a total of seven major peaks, most of them pushed to the sides so that they form the U-shaped valley so familiar to this land. I watched the light in the sky change its hues and light up the undersides of clouds, turning them orange and golden at the same time. The arrival of some smoke from the fires in the west side gave light a medium to display its light beams. As the sun drifted behind the mountains and away from view, light pierced through the jagged outlines of mountain peaks, producing light beams made visible by smoke. They radiated from the backside of the mountains, adding splendor to the already magnificent view.

      I made campfire tonight, which was more smoky than fire-y. But I didn’t care. It was an awesome day; one I wouldn’t mind doing all over again.

 

 

 

Glacier National Park

Day 18: September 8, 2018

 

Last day in Glacier. Woke up early to try and catch the sunrise but it was cloudy and gusty. It rained a bit, too. I stayed at the backside of Many Glacier hotel again. For the most part, I just read a book—A Tale for the Time Being. I was there the whole morning and kept thinking, I wouldn’t mind staying here; maybe a few more days, maybe a week or two. This place has been a source of refreshing energy, and happiness. I was supposed to hike one more trail before I left, but I decided to just take my time and chill. I will save that hike for next time. Back to civilization tomorrow as I stay in Bozeman, Montana for a short time before entering the famed land of Yellowstone.

 

Note to self: some of the trails I would like to do when I get back are 1) Sun Point to St. Mary/Virginia Falls, 2) Iceberg Lake, and 3) Cracker Lake. Plus the others on the west side.

The mountains are Home.

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