Each of us has a different answer but there is no question (Except for maybe Thing One who at this point of teenagedom tends dislike everything we like. Don’t tell him that Brent and I actually like New York City or New Orleans or else he’ll change his mind.) that Glacier National Park is in our top ten favorite places. Or maybe even our top 5.
I imagine a visit to Glacier is perhaps the closest thing you can get to wilds of Alaska without leaving the boundaries of the lower 48. We stayed in Glacier for a week and could have easily stayed another week. The first few days were spent outside the park at a RV resort with other full time families, families we had met in Yellowstone. A few days later we moved to Apgar Campground within the park boundaries. Our “backyard” was the kind that makes the RV life so appealing. A large private site under a canopy of trees with a path leading straight to the shores of Lake McDonald where we watched the most glorious sunsets and even one sunrise.
We spent the afternoons in Glacier exploring the park. We drove the Going to the Sun road for stunning vistas and wildlife sightings. We hiked to Avalanche Lake for a picnic lunch. We rode bikes through the forest on roads still closed for the season. We spent an afternoon wishing we had a 4×4 truck when we took a dirt road to Bowman Lake. We went back in time at the Polebridge (a “town” of less than 500) Mercantile where we ate delicious homemade pastries. We the boys swam in the cool clear water of Lake McDonald.
Like all places of beauty and magic the week passed too soon and we found ourselves on the road again heading west. Thankfully, we have pictures to remember these days of serenity and adventure.
We have spent time friends or family in 30 of the 48 states we’ve visited. It’s so much fun to experience the different ways of life around the United States. It’s…
We have spent time friends or family in 30 of the 48 states we’ve visited. It’s so much fun to experience the different ways of life around the United States. It’s one of our favorite parts of life on the road.
We’ve stayed on farm in Tennessee.
Visited a cousin in her Manhattan skyrise apartment.
Experienced family island life on Orcas Island.
Toured a world hunter’s trophy room in rural Georgia.
Spent time with a family raising a toddler in the city of Chicago.
Picked apples from a midwestern orchard.
And reconnecting with old friends in Butte, Montana was every bit as memorable.
In the 1920s Butte, rich with copper and natural resources, was a boom town. Headeframes are still scattered among buildings and parks. While the population of Butte has declined, it’s beauty has not.
Mountains surround the city resting under the endless Montana sky.
Most importantly, Butte is home to our friends. These guys don’t remember but they used to play together as toddlers in Ventura.
After a few hours, you wouldn’t have know they didn’t remember each other.
I could say so much about this girl. Loving, forgiving, funny, beautiful, and creative is a start. It was hard to believe that it had been 8 years since we had seen each other.