Glacier National Park...
Just a river, cutting through the forest... As if anything were "just" anything in Montana.
Swimming in the purest water I've ever seen...
This field was full of glacier lillies. Their leaves are edible, and delicious. They taste like a sweeter (and spicier) spinach. They were my lunch every day...
As we blazed trail that few people have traveled, our paths were often flooded by the running streams of snowmelt flowing down the mountain.
The mountain goats in Glacier National Park were strangley acclamated to the presence of human beings. After spending most of our trip west in the wild and untamed Bob Marshall Wilderness, where animals kept their safe distance from us, we found the close proximity of these gorgeous animals to be strange... and a bit disturbing. ...I've always felt like the trade that we made for getting these big brains of ours has been a costly one: We are forever seperated from the animal kingdom. While I wish it wasn't so, I know that maintaining that distance is the only way of being good stewards on this planet.
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I miss the West as well....
I can physically feel the absence of my beloved western mountains today, as I sit here, on a bus commuting with almost 50 other people. The pictures help, even when seen on my phone.
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