Glacier National Park was incredible, if not a little isolated. The last few weeks have been a lesson in the off-season. The lodge was recommended for great views and lounging, but it was the usual National Lampoon’s Vacation scene: “Sorry, closed for the season.” The park was open for hiking, but that’s about it. We drove up to the road closure and hiked most of the Avalanche Trail through old growth trees, waterfalls and awesome rock formations. The low clouds meant we missed a lot of the beautiful mountain views, but there were small piles of snow in the parking lot that were a lot more fun for the little one.
The campsites were all closed, but camping was now allowed at the picnic area – it didn’t sound like it was encouraged. We thought about it, but it was supposed to rain and possibly snow. Jason made the call to head to Missoula, about 2.5 hours south, to take Mitch and Melissa up on their offer to split beer and pizza. The latch string was out, as they say in Montana.
The scenery was mountainous and agricultural and much different than Canada. Also, there are a lot of casinos. A lot.