It seems that life never slows down, but that's a blessing in disguise! Between work, keeping up with housekeeping and preparations, and a sick dog, the blogging got pushed to the side. Today's the start of capturing our Glacier National Park trip, which we started two weeks ago and returned from last Saturday. Lots of pictures to show, so I'll break it down into a few different posts.
For those of you unfamiliar with Glacier, it is located in northwestern Montana, right on the Canadian border. Below is the map of how we traveled out (we took a different route home, more on that later), and Google clocks it at a little over 22 hours. For those of you who don't know me well, I don't appreciate long car rides. Growing up, my family never drove longer than 3 hours. After that, we would fly (my dad has a small plane and is a pilot). Rick, however, is from Texas where I think driving is a past time. His parents think the 12-13 hour drive between our homes is a "nice" little drive. I however have insisted we fly there more than once. With my bad hip, sitting for long periods of time does not generally do my body any favors. Add to that my harboring a little one that requires frequent stops, I thought for sure that I would hate this driving funny business. Luckily, I (and we both) did much better with the long drive than I had hoped.
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We broke the drive up a bit. Saturday we went to the ISU home opener and then drove to my parents' house to drop of the dog (she got vacation on the farm) and spent the first night at their place. We headed out early Sunday morning and headed about 10 hours northwest to Dickinson, ND where we spent the first night. We were back on the road early Monday morning with our eyes set on Glacier National Park where we had reservations that night.
Then we crossed the border into Montana, where the scenery quickly changed. And, well, to be honest, got more boring. We shifted from interstate driving to 2-lane highway driving where we would get stuck behind flatbeds hauling round hay bales (and taking up most of the road) and tiny, widely spaced towns with flat fields all around. Occasionally there was a mountain off in the distance. The towns were very small, and if I read the legend correctly, emergency medical service (as in the ability to call 911 and get a response) was not available in all towns. We got gas when and where we could!
Luckily by mid-afternoon we had reached our lodge at East Glacier Park, but I think I'll pick up there next time. Happy football Saturday!
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