It had been too long since we’d been to this part of Montana. The North Fork of the Flathead River used to be a place my family visited
often when I was a young child. Some of my earliest outdoor memories are here when each summer my mom and dad would rent a small,
rustic cabin at Polebridge. (Who could afford to do that anymore!)
Years later fire swept through this region and left it a charred mess.
The last time we visited, yet another fire had breached all of the containment lines
and spilled over into the forest areas in & around Glacier Park.
The whole scene was heartrending to me. And so, we didn’t return until last week
when we found new life springing up everywhere.
The road to this place is over 100 years old built by people looking for riches. They sure found it.
But it still might be heaven because there were loons calling in the evening…
And Forest Larks singing in the treetops.
We only heard motors twice. Once, a small horsepower skiff and then a plane off in the distance.
Otherwise, it was nature’s own self composed music.
In Glacier Park on a teeth-rattling road.
It has been awhile since we kayaked a tandem. She is fast for an old lady but she needed some spiffing.
Our new-old Tofino had to have new seats after 22 years of use by our good friends who sold it to us.
Mine is now very comfy but Matt is still retro-fitting his seat.
So far, we’ve paddled 5 lakes and one river – (Flathead Lake multiple times) in either this boat or the Raven canoe.
We usually cover 4 or 5 miles in the Tandem, in a leisurely outing, without really breaking a sweat.
Matt took this photo of me a few days ago at Yellow Bay. It is getting pretty warm here.
We visited our son and his wife over the Fourth in Helena. There were very few fireworks that night because of fire danger. The skyline was peaceful at sunset.
I hope you all have a wonderful holiday. This morning I had my own set of fireworks going off in my garden! They were pink and looked just like carnations!