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After leaving Cut Bank with the Rockies on the western horizon we
headed north into our friendly neighboring country to the north. We
spent the night in Cardston, Alberta after an incredible evening ride
through the Rocky Mountain foothills on a winding, lonely country road.
In the morning our plans changed a bit after listening to a local guy at
the subway who knew the area well. He told us that we should just take
the main highway back to Glacier National Park in the U.S. instead of
going to Waterton Lakes -- the Canadian part of the Glacier-Waterton
International Peace Park -- beacuse the views you get in Waterton are
similar to that of Glacier and we would get to avoid going on Chief
Mountain International Highway, a road notorious for its numerous steep
climbs. We had just ridden 210 miles over the previous two days so we
didn't have to think too long to agree with him.
So
after spending less than 24 hours in Alberta we headed south back across
the border and on to Glacier National Park. After nearly three weeks
riding across the Great Plains of North Dakota and Eastern Montana we
immediately noticed the changing landscape around us. All of sudden
trees were surrounding us! The smells and shade they provided were a
forgotten benefit that brought smiles to our faces. The mountains also
were growing significantly and the distinct face of Chief Mountain -- a
mountain sacred to the local Blackfeet people -- loomed over us.
The
core of our Glacier experience was biking the Going-to-the-sun Road
which bisects the park East to West and brings people right over the
continental divide at Logan Pass. Logan Pass is at about 7,000 feet but
the climb from the East side was not as difficult as we expected. The
ride down was stunning. The road is at a steady 6% grade which is fast
but not crazy. From the top you can see the entire 15 mile strectch of
road that winds itself along side the mountains to the river valley
below. The cars 5,000 feet below you resemble technicolor ants and the
vastness of space within the body of mountains that make up central
Glacier stops your mind. The ride down is daunting and exhilarating.
As far as I am concerned you need to do it on a bike to get the full
experience. Snow melt water falls spill onto the road in places coating
you in mist, there are tunnels through rock and a hairpin turns and to
your left there is paradise. Snow covered mountains and 1,000-foot-drop
water falls tumbling into mist. At a distance it looks as if the water
is falling in slow motion from the billion year old precipices of
argillite rock.
Hiking in Glacier is a separate trip in
itself. Glacier is known as having one of the highest density
populations of grizzly bears in the country. When you are there it is
not "haha" camping--if the mountains don't put you in your place the
wildlife will. Every trailhead has signs reading: "You are now entering
Grizzly territory". On a hike to Sperry Lake we were told of a grizzly
sighting that day and the bear tracks on scat on the trail confirmed
their presence. Hiking by yourself, quietly just doesn't feel right. I
found I needed to establish my presence in the forest by "Hey-up!" and
"Hey-yo!"ing through the woods to assertively alert the natives of my
visit. No grizzly bears were seen by us but we saw a small black bear
not 15 yards off the trail tearing into a dead log for larvae.
The
trails we hiked began through dense climax forests of hemlock and
cedar. Many of the trees were there well before Lewis and Clark made
their way west. The foliage and diversity of plants along the way is
something else. Devil's club is a large prehistoric looking shrub. Its leaves are similar in shape to
maple leaves but are as large as basketballs. There
are more wild flowers than I care to count. In the higher altitudes
Bear Grass populates the slopes of the mountains. Bear grass is a lilly and their flowers glow white against the dark green of the forest. They
smell similar to dandelions, only sweeter. The moist pacific air
holds the fragrance of these flowers and makes for a truly heady
experience. The trails we hiked ended in mountain lakes so clear that
if the wind did not ripple the water you would not know the water was
there at all. Just sunken logs and trout hovering eerily over the
ground. At the start of the trails we hiked the mountains loomed in the
distance but as you advanced they built up around you. Once we
reached the mirror lakes they were towering around us. It is a
wonderful experience. You feel the mountains. Their presence looms
over you and it feels as though the mountains are silent yet epic
crescendos from an inner orchestra as your field of vision becomes
dominated by the peaks. Synesthesia through nature, perhaps. It is calming for the soul.
Had
a good beer night with couple fellow travelers one night on Lake
Mcdonald. Two guys from New York, John and Tristan, who are traveling
across the country on motorcycles. They live and work in Utah. It will
be cool to see them again, someday.
One night Ryan
and I rented paddle boards and spent the evening on Lake Mcdonald,
watching the sunset and fly fishing. First time on paddle boards. It
was funny at first. We were awkwardly trying to keeping our balance and
to time a decent fly-cast. It's hard, think about it. But we got
pretty decent at it by the end of the night. If you come to Glacier,
camp at Apgar Village for a night or two and head to Glacier Outfitters,
GO for short. We talked to one of the owners, Shelby, and she is the
best at what she does. Within minutes of talking to her she says, "Ok,
can I plan out your weekend? This is what you need to do..." She
hooked us up with paddle boards and a fly rod, told us the fishing spots
and got Ryan lessons from a professional fly fisher-woman, Katy. We
felt like we've known her for a year by the time we left. We were on
the lake 5 hours that night and it only cost $40.00 with rods. We
didn't catch any fish that day but we saw schools of something swimming
underneath of our boards.
After leaving Apgar village
in Glacier we made our way to Swan Lake. The weather for the day said
"Smoke". I did not know that was a weather description but it certainly
is. We came to find out that the smoke was/is coming from forest fires
in Washington and Oregon. The skies are hazy, even now in Missoula the
atmosphere is shrouded in smoke. That night at Swan lake you could
stare at the sun as it set. It was an electric pink-red orb--a surreal
setting as far as sunsets go.
That night of camping we
met Jess--she is our age and biking from Virginia to San Francisco, by herself. She shared her spot with us as the campground was
full. She was good company, hope to see her again.
The
18th was a unique day. We planned on making it to Salmon Lake National
Park and camp with Jess but early on I had a flat tire from a staple.
It was not a big deal--I had it patched up shortly and played catchup to
the guys. Soon, I saw Ryan walking his bike alongside the road. He
had a flat, too, except we could not change his as the tire was too
tight to the rim and we did not have the tools to get it off. So, Roy
stuck out the ol' thumb. It didn't take long until someone stopped, a
woman in a big white dodge pickup. We came to find out her name was
Jan--a middle-aged MD, professor and rancher who just got done tenting
in the mountains by herself for 10 days. Oh yeah, she studies under the
Dalai Lama too--she liked my Om tattoo. We meet the most interesting
people on the road. Anyways, we talked, she mainly talked, we listened
about everything from sustainable forestry, ranching and social stuff
all the way to Missoula. We learned a lot. She made sure that we found
the right bike shop and had us Downtown by lunchtime. Thanks, Jan!
Expect a postcard from San Fran in a month or so :).
On
a tip from Jess, we got hooked up with a Warm Showers host just a 10
minute walk from downtown. This place (we're currently staying there)
is a trip. The proprietor of the house, Bruce Anderson is a bike tourer,
hydrologist, single dad and a slew of other things I'm sure (haven't
talked to him at length yet). Anyways, his house
is jazz--that's
how I need to describe it. Big brick building in a shaded
neighborhood. Doors open, windows open. Jazz blaring out the walls. His son, Ben, is a 10 year old precocious
kid who rides tall bikes with saws welded to the front them and climbs
in his tree house and runs around with his dog Sirius.
Their are miniature Alberto Giacometti sculptures throughout the house
with pieces of minimalist and abstract art on the walls, a recording
studio, full drum set and a grand piano in the living room. Bruce met us when we got
there and told us the house is open and feel free to use whatever we
need. Hah. We read his typed out guide. Part of what it suggested was
that tap dancing on the picnic tables and loud beer drinking games
should be curtailed around 10 p.m. and that you can basically stay as
long as you want but after a month they'll start charging you rent. A
few other guys live there as well. Caleb, who's our age, is a
musician. He specializes in drums and he's damn good. We experienced
him kill it last night at the Union Club with one of his bands. He is
Dalila-lama chill. John, another guy who lives there, is the resident master gardener and general handy man. His passion for sustainable farming is contagious. He
volunteers with local garden programs and showed Brady and I the U of M
kitchen and student gardens--a lot of cool stuff is happening there.
Haven't met Gil yet but apparently he's a bike mechanic and is
constantly playing bicycle polo.
We have also made good
friends with a couple who are touring West to East from Oregon to
Virginia beach, Jake and Megan. They are celebrating their one year
wedding anniversary today. Congrats to you guys! Super cool people.
Also,
we need to do a shout-out for our buddy Josh Brust who has been
checking in on us by phone throughout the trip. Good to hear your voice, bro! You're with us in spirit--see you soon :)
We
have passed the one month marker and we figure we're over half way to the coast and
have traveled close to 1600 miles. We'll have a more accurate estimate
sometime and we'll also work on a map so people can see our route
(thanks for the suggestion, Will!). Anyways, I have to get out of this
library. Thanks for reading :)
"Hey Bear"
First nice view of Glacier National Park. Notice Chief Mountain
Going-To-The-Sun-Road
Gunsight Mountain on left
"Hi MOM"
The "Weeping Wall" at Glacier
Avalanche Lake
Mountain Goats Chill
Muley in camp
Swan Lake Sunset, smoky skies.
Part of U of M student Garden with John
Headed Downtown
Mizzou Farmers' Market
Surf Mizzou
Little Ben on his Mad Max tall bike...drinking a soda.