|The Mobile Hotel®, prepped for departure|
The golden grain fields extend to earth's edge. There's no trace of the inevitable wall of mountains that surely must be looming just over the western horizon, alongside the cartographers' dragons. Not until we descend a hill into Cut Bank, Montana do mountains reveal themselves, and they rise quickly as we head southwest toward an obvious gap, a gateway. The gateway provides the path for U.S. 2 to skirt and then slightly cut the southern boundary of Glacier National Park.
|The west side of Glacier National Park|
You'll have to wait for a future day for photos of the magic waters of the Flathead River forks and flows inside Glacier. The local runoff waters are tinged with minerals that turn deep pockets a shade of turquoise blue. I'll set Mrs. FA and her DSLR to the task. For now, just try to imagine overlooking a clear freestone river with blue inset gems where the water runs deep.
|Up toward the Continental Divide|
We made it all 1200+ miles to Columbia Falls. And I even managed to wet a line tonight, though it was too bloody dark to see where the flies were landing.