Visit the beautiful Glacier National Park in Montana, and its northern half the Waterton National Park in Alberta, Canada.
Next day we went on another hike, this time along the “Garden Wall” trail, locally called “The Line”. The trail head is at the Logan Pass and follows the contour of steep mountain slope.
For the first 2 miles the trail is a ledge along a cliff, high above the “Going to the Sun” road.
Then the trail enters a real and true mountain garden. This mountain goat liked the trail as well – this is a different goat than we met yesterday – her kid was much bigger.
We yielded the way, and the goat flashed by us, and her hoofs made a drumming noise on the stony trail. The kid went up the slope and around us through the foliage.
These beautiful, yellowy-white “bear grass” blossoms are the size of human head; and some mountain meadows are covered by them. We were told that
Bear grass blooms only once in a several years, and that we are lucky because this year, they bloom in abundance.
Waterfalls are everywhere and are lovely, at least until when you have to cross them on the trail. But it was hot on the dusty trail, and we were thankful for a cold shower!
All along the trail we enjoyed the sights of stony giants across the deep and narrow valley.
We turned around and are on our way back. A look behind reveals the trail along the mountain side that we hiked along a few hours ago.
A small heard of mountain sheep grazed along the trail. A larger heard grazed on a glade above them, led by a large ram.
On the way back along the cliff’s ledge. Gwen likes to wear sandals even on a trail like this, and ignores my suggestions for sturdier footwear.
The “Going to the Sun” road bridges over many endless waterfalls…
Along the road are still some snowdrifts with arched “caves” that were gouged by running water. Signs warn about the unstable snow: don’t go there!
There are many sightseeing buses in the Park. Whenever the bus stops for guide’s narrative, the occupants pop up like gophers from holes. When the
Buss takes off, all gophers disappear. We followed these buses for miles, and this was repeated over and over. It was very comical! We called them “gopher busses”.
Some valleys are deep and narrow, in a “V” shape: these were carved by a river. Others, like this one, are in the shape of “U”: these were gouged out by a flowing glacier.