Archive for Montana
We like Livingston. There are a lot of bars here! (That’s not why we like it.) It’s just a funky town with some real character. We had a good meal out for a reasonable price. Walked around and took photos, Erik succumbed to the urge and bought a cowboy hat. Yee haw.
One more shot that I forgot to share from the Logan Pass hike. For two of the three years that Liz and Elda and I had a Tough Enough Team, we were the Galloping Mountain Goats. They really do gallop! I saw them.
Before we left for Canada yesterday we took a quick detour to Many Glacier and hiked for about three hours. There were few people around and it was a beautiful day.
Some of these trails were near where I had hiked with my family on my first visit here. We were terrified on the hike because there was evidence of big bears in the area, probably grizzlies. This hike was much more relaxed and the bears were nowhere to be seen. It was a nice way to conclude a visit to Glacier National Park.
While we are off between Waterton and Banff, a few missed Montana shots..
Erik spotted this bear at our campground in St. Mary, Montana while I was off blogging. It roamed through the campground and quickly scampered away. Supposedly the former owner of this camp could often be seen chasing bears away in his later years.. while riding in a golf cart.
We stopped at Logan Pass and hiked to the viewpoint at Hidden Lake. Along the way we saw about 10 mountain goats, including several kids. They were so cute!
So when I was here last, these touring cars were still the original 1930′s versions. But between now and then, Ford Motor company has completely overhauled them with more modern, efficient engines and running systems. The tours were introduced in the 1930s by the Great Northern Railway, which played a large role in developing the park as a tourist destination. My great-grandmother on my father’s side worked as a nanny for one of the Great Northern executives, and she traveled to Glacier Natl. Park with his family in their private rail car. The boots she wore to hike around here are still in my grandfather’s possession. Maybe this is why I love this park so much!