Thursday night enterprising Eddy, fixed me a birthday dinner complete with a raspberry-topped chocolate cake containing a surprising ingredient...
beets! They came our way via our friends' (out of town floating the Green River) bountiful CSA share that included snap peas, strawberries, broccoli, cabbage, spring onions, red Russian kale, carrots, and summer squash. What a gift! The beets made a cake that was moist, perfectly sweet, and tinged a delightful pink. To top it all off, we invited our friends Jess and Brian over for cake and they brought a chilled bottle of bubbly. Delish
We left the next morning for Glacier National Park, a borrowed aluminum canoe strapped to the roof of the Jeep,
a cooler full of veggies, and a stack of books on tape. We stopped on the way up to picnic by the clear waters of Flathead Lake.
As luck would have it, admission to the park was free on this particular weekend which meant all of the campsites along the popular Sun Highway were full. Thankfully, we came prepared with an alternate spot on the recommendation of my boss who told us about a glacial fed lake a bit north of the main drag. Before the paved road turned into dust, we passed Polebridge Mercantile a spot we'd return for breakfast on our way out.
Six miles of dusty road led to us to Bowman Lake. The campgrounds here are less attractive to many for the relatively rough trek in and the spare comforts i.e. pit toilets and no showers but it was perfect for us. Here have a look:
Sheesh, I mean really?
Ever collect wet rocks only to be disappointed by them later when they dried?
The back of the canoe...
the front.
We spent two nights at Bowman and left Sunday to do the obligatory Sun Highway. We were a little hesitant to venture out into touristy Gooberville, with memories of Yellowstone gawkers fresh in our minds but we braved the storm and we were rewarded with this:
and this:
and this:
and this:
It's laughable how stinking gorgeous this place is. The mountains rise and you goofily think wow, and then you continue the approach and get closer and closer and then you're simply at a loss for words. Your attempts at capturing some of it with your camera feels pathetic; silly even when you see such expansiveness reduced to a two-inch digital screen. Yet you continue, you gawk and try to wrap your head around how a bunch of rock, plant and snow can inspire such awe and you then realize you have no answers.
Thanks Edo for a lovely birthday.
beets! They came our way via our friends' (out of town floating the Green River) bountiful CSA share that included snap peas, strawberries, broccoli, cabbage, spring onions, red Russian kale, carrots, and summer squash. What a gift! The beets made a cake that was moist, perfectly sweet, and tinged a delightful pink. To top it all off, we invited our friends Jess and Brian over for cake and they brought a chilled bottle of bubbly. Delish
We left the next morning for Glacier National Park, a borrowed aluminum canoe strapped to the roof of the Jeep,
a cooler full of veggies, and a stack of books on tape. We stopped on the way up to picnic by the clear waters of Flathead Lake.As luck would have it, admission to the park was free on this particular weekend which meant all of the campsites along the popular Sun Highway were full. Thankfully, we came prepared with an alternate spot on the recommendation of my boss who told us about a glacial fed lake a bit north of the main drag. Before the paved road turned into dust, we passed Polebridge Mercantile a spot we'd return for breakfast on our way out.
Six miles of dusty road led to us to Bowman Lake. The campgrounds here are less attractive to many for the relatively rough trek in and the spare comforts i.e. pit toilets and no showers but it was perfect for us. Here have a look:
Sheesh, I mean really?
Ever collect wet rocks only to be disappointed by them later when they dried?
The back of the canoe...
the front.
We spent two nights at Bowman and left Sunday to do the obligatory Sun Highway. We were a little hesitant to venture out into touristy Gooberville, with memories of Yellowstone gawkers fresh in our minds but we braved the storm and we were rewarded with this:
and this:
and this:
and this:
It's laughable how stinking gorgeous this place is. The mountains rise and you goofily think wow, and then you continue the approach and get closer and closer and then you're simply at a loss for words. Your attempts at capturing some of it with your camera feels pathetic; silly even when you see such expansiveness reduced to a two-inch digital screen. Yet you continue, you gawk and try to wrap your head around how a bunch of rock, plant and snow can inspire such awe and you then realize you have no answers.
Thanks Edo for a lovely birthday.
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