Glacier National Park: Montana

Happenings of 7/17/17

I got lazy ok. I'll admit it, shame on me. We got back from a day in the park and I didn't want to type it up. 
Tonight we recant Monday and talk about HOW FRICKIN AWESOME IT WAS! I'm not really sure how to talk about the park without sounding like a jackass who is rubbing in the fact that we are on this trip. But hey, if you're reading this than you know why we are traveling. Yesterday was one of those days that made all of the hassle and headache worth it. A year of planning and leaving it all behind. When we started to drive through the mountains and caught our first glimpse it became real.

Katie driving in the mountains. Freaks me out a little bit

Climbing through the first few twists of the park we reach St. Mary's falls. This was the only hike of the day we completed. A lazy 4 mile walk with only a few hundred feet in elevation change, but it was still worth the effort. There are signs everywhere. "Beware of grizzly bears. They have injured and killed people in this park. Carry bear spray during your hike" I left the bear spray in the RV.... so we just tried not to see any. 

We finish our hike and fail to be eaten by bears. That's a good way to measure your day. Eaten by bear= bad, not eaten by bear=good. Shirley continues to pluck away at the road across the park. We are traveling on the Going-To-The-Sun Road. A magnificent ribbon of asphalt that runs through the park from East to West. 

The drive to the park was just over an hour. We spent another three just to drive from one side to the other, and it looks like traffic picked up during the day. A decision is made to leave the park and head around it's south side to get back to Roo. We weren't dissapointed by that call. I spotted a river bed with access to drive onto. Bet your ass I'm gonna drive on a riverbank when the opportunity shows itself.

Doing some jeepin

Back up to the east and we enter the Blackfoot Indian Reservation. Now, I'm not a racist guy. Purple, brown, orange, black, green or white really doesn't matter. Be good person and you've got my respect. That being said, this was one of the crappiest areas we have driven through yet. There was trash in the yards and broken vehicles littered about. The majority of the homes were trailers with tires on the roof to hold their tarps down. What a shit hole.

Craphole indian reservation

Sometimes there are still hidden gems. The fact that someone out there was cool enough to build these horses with the trash from a yard says a lot. A trained eye will see it's mostly old car parts. 

A long day on the road and we need some time apart. I get in the jeep and roll out to just be alone for a bit. On my side trip I spot a gas station. Cold beer? Yes please. Turns out the bud ice is on sale, that'll due.

We both unwind a little different. I go for a drive, she walks a cat

I've been holding out on you guys. Last week we had work done to the RV. Remember? The whole day in the park with the cats and a dog ring a bell? I checked on it the other day and it's leaking again. Some quick phone calls and we've got a date for a Tuesday morning checkup at the local cummins shop.

Cylinder 5 and 6 leaking. Sick of these damn problems

All in all just another day on the road. We'll end up splitting that six pack and watch the sun fall over the hills of eastern montana.

Sunset over metal jesus