This week has flown by in a blur–a blur I tell you!
Probably because I’ve had my little blonde head everywhere from Essex to Missoula and Columbia Falls to Hamilton with many stops in between. But…I wouldn’t have it any other way.
This past seven days had me celebrating Glacier National Park’s Centennial and the volunteers and folks who helped make it possible, taking a trail ride in a gentle rain with golden tamaracks as the backdrop, dining at Tupelo, hiking in the rain and snow in Glacier National Park with Glacier Guides, touring breweries, driving along Flathead Lake, making new friends and bunking at The Izaak Walton Inn with trains rumbling gently by in the night.
Our trail riding crew at The Bar W in Whitefish
Glacier National Park Centennial Event
Early morning mist along the Mission Mountains
Driving along Flathead Lake
What can I say except that it’s been a great week…And maybe we can do it again next week?
During September, I was in East Glacier at the same time as this group…
They were in town for a nation-wide reunion of all former red bus driver and their families. During the evening that I was there, they had a reception under a beautiful white tent on the front lawn of Glacier Park Lodge. They also had speakers that included Montana’s Lieutenant Governor John Bohlinger and the Centennial Coordinator for Glacier National Park–Kass Hardy.
But my favorite thing about the entire evening was visiting with some of the folks who attended the reunion. There were jammers from various years throughout the park in attendance and I was lucky enough to be able to hear some of their stories and visit with them about their time driving red buses.
One of my favorites from the whole evening was Sandy. He drove from 1948 – 1950.
There was something about his sweet smile and twinkle in his eyes that assured me his time in the park was pretty spectacular.
And based on my short time with these jammers, I’m quite confident the following is always true. Forever & ever.
This summer, we stumbled upon a request in the Missoulian newspaper.
The request was simple. There was a young man in Missoula whose last wish was to visit Glacier National Park. Of all the places in the world that he wanted to see before his time here on earth was over, it was Glacier.
With the help of a few, his wish came true. He traveled to Glacier National Park in July with his family, where he stayed at Lake McDonald Lodge, took a boat tour on Lake McDonald, donned Glacier National Park gear and toured the Going-to-the-Sun Road.
Now it’s a few months later and this young man has left the earth.
When I read his obituary yesterday, I couldn’t help but cry. My heart went out to his family, the people who loved him and the people he loved.
His trip to the park this summer touched my heart. To the angels that helped his wish come true, thank you.
Heaven on Earth.
Don’t leave! We’ve been getting along SO well. You’re giving me just enough sunshine to stay a happy girl, while at the same time you’re covering our cute towns, hills, mountains and rivers with beautiful colors.
Seriously, I saw the photos.
Two Medicine Valley. Photo by Glacier National Park.
There’s no hiding from me now, mister. Our friends in Glacier National Park have been keeping pretty close tabs on you. Click here to see more photos.
So maybe you could stay…just a little longer? I’m sure we can work this out.
Anyway, you think about it. Maybe sleep on it.