Because I am taking a learn to row class 5 days a week and recovering from said rowing class the other 2 days a week, I have not been doing a lot of shooting lately. As such, I have returned to my photos from our 2010 trip to Glacier National Park.
We stayed at Glacier Park Lodge a couple of nights at the end of our stay in the park. Getting to the lodge is not difficult. It’s an easy drive from West Glacier. What is less easy is the long drive up the East side of the park to St. Mary’s Lake.
The memory of one early morning drive up the East side of the park still haunts me. Montana has a “fence out” rule about livestock–if you don’t want them on your property, put up a fence. Otherwise, they’re free to range. While I don’t know enough about the advantages and disadvantages of this approach to argue for or against, I do know that it resulted in two dead horses spread across the road at about 7AM one morning. As we drove past, my stomach lurched and I hoped they died quickly. We were debating who one is supposed to call when there are two dead horses on the road when, a couple miles down the road, we passed a front loader headed at full speed toward the gory scene. I had to look away. The thought of the horses being scooped up in a front loader was a little too much for me.
But, on to happier thoughts. When we awakened our first morning in the lodge, we discovered an unexpected snow had moved in overnight. While Pat slept in, I wandered around the lodge looking for photo ops.
A red jammer was parked in front of the lodge loading up a group of senior citizens for a tour. I perched up on a walkway above the scene and started shooting this historic vehicle. About then, the snow started sliding off the roof of the hotel in enormous chunks. One tiny lady (the top of her head is just visible through the window of an open jammer door if you look closely in the photo) got pummeled repeatedly by chunks of snow before someone ran over and shielded her. I felt a little guilty standing there shooting, but I was quite out of reach.
When Pat got up, we drove to the small town nearby (Browning) in the Blackfeet Indian reservation (and yes, it is called “Indian” and not “Native American” there for whatever reason) where we found a trading post that sold rubber boots. Pat bought a pair and we proceeded to go take an easy walk around a lake before driving up to St. Mary’s.
On the way to St. Mary’s, we encountered many cows on the road. We also had to pull over so I could shoot some of the scenery with snow. It might have been unseasonably cold, but it was beautiful.
These photos are after my heart. And, Twiggy–how in the world?
Especially in July, I bet! Twiggy is a flexible girl. What can I say? 😀