Theleakyfaucet’s Weblog

July 7, No internet, so posted a couple days late.

Two nights spent in Kalispell/Whitefish. We went into Glacier and drove the Going to the Sun Road up to the summit. There was a lot of traffic on the way up because they reduced to one lane in a section and everyone had to take turns. I posted a whole bunch of pictures from the day in a gallery before, which I’ve never done and actually really enjoyed, but they were all without description. You really must know exactly what we did all day to truly appreciate the pictures…not that we did anything fantastic, extraordinary or life changing, but you just need the full story. So here it is.

We woke up.

We rushed to the park to wait in this line:

Until we realized that a nice man was allowing people with park passes to go through on the right and we were able to skip the whole line. Pretty pleased with this accomplishment we entered the park.

This is the first thing I saw:

Needless to say, I figured I would probably like Glacier.

On that note, I have been to Glacier before. But things are much different when you view them from a photographic perspective. This place was meant to be photographed…so I took 523 pictures. That number includes HDR shots though, which are actually 3 in 1. Anyhow, after the lake we set out to climb the mountain (in the truck).

This is what it looked like out my window:

And a shot of the construction

There was a very impressive water fall called old mother goose or something. It was nearly impossible to take a picture of it because the construction people took up all the turn-offs and my dad was driving all goofy footed.

This is another of the valley taken out the window of the car, basically laying backwards on the dash. That reminds me. We haven’t discussed yet today how thankful you should be for me getting these photos for you. I really try to go above and beyond each day. I have literally pulled a neck muscle leaning over to take a picture and for what? For YOU. Anyhow, here’s the valley picture.

Ok, so we made it to the summit eventually and we decided to climb this:

So, we didn’t make it. We got about part of the way up and realized that although we are stunningly handsome and enjoy having the physiques of 20 year old body builders we just simply could not climb to the top without muddying our shoes. Not an acceptable compromise. We took a group photo though:

We both look a bit ridiculous but it’s the only group shot for today. Anyhow, here’s a shot of the shoes that would remain mudless:

OK enough of that boring line of thinking. I narrated an “end of life” message for the likely possibility that we would die in shorts on the side of an iceberg.

And then I posed stunningly.

You’re welcome. And again, look at the anguish in his eyes.

That’s for you mom, I was trying to smile.

Anyhow, moving on. Here is one of the old man looking pretty stinking sharp:

Ok, now we have moved on. We came down off the summit. Saw some goats:

And went back into Whitefish where I called Ali with good reception and talked about her first day of grad school. It was sort of like the first day of kindergarten…with less crying….some…but less.

It’s very late now about 2:30am maybe 3. Whoops. Not a good move. Have to drive to Canada tomorrow. Right.