I am having so much fun revisiting these places!
|These pictures are all hazy because of nearby wildfires.|
I drive 8 gabillion miles by myself through North Carolina, Kentucky, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Iowa, Nebraska, Wyoming and Montana. I stop in Ohio and Nebraska to visit with friends. At the Applebees in western Nebraska the hot, dry air hits my face like a high speed train - and just what I feared, later that day I am driving through a storm as green as pea soup - and I find refuge at a Subway to live out my final minutes. But I am just a Nervous Nellie - the tornado was miles away, silly. I stay in Cheyenne and attempt the next day to make it to Missoula in one day. Eastern Montana is flat and ugly and smells like chemicals. I get ahold of my friend and ask him if we can meet at the Denny's in Butte, instead of Missoula. I reach the mountains, and a static storm, and the temperature drops from 101 to 68 in 5 minutes. All I smell is wood burning. Suddenly everything is so gorgeous I can't keep my mouth closed. I want to move to these lovely tiny towns next to the highway. I see a farmer mowing his field literally of gold, like the Sting song. There's probably a rainbow too. Finally, after a gabillion hours of driving, I find my friend in Butte. The next morning, armed with walkie talkies for fun, we drive to Glacier National Park.
As soon as we set up camp the first day, we decided to hike up Avalanche Falls. It was later in the day, so the amount of people we saw dwindled as we hiked. The trail reminded me A LOT of hiking in Ithaca, NY, as it weaved around and over gorges. We felt we were in deep forest here. The trail, which is easy to moderate, eventually ends at a lake full of dead trees, which must have gotten there by an avalanche, of course. My friend and I had just reunited the evening before . . . so we still had plenty of catching up and memory sharing to do.
|The trail on the other side of the Going-to-the-Sun Road.|
|The Hidden Lake Trail|