Here, there are no eyes on us, and we can’t hear our neighbors which makes us inordinately fond of them, and we have a lovely view of the lake, with our very own floating dock right out front (it probably drifted down from one of the houses on the west end of the lake). We warmed some water in the sunshower, so I had a warm fresh-water rinse after a swim-with-biodegradable-soap in the (chilly) lake. As I write this, Frank is frying up some potatoes in butter and onions and has a chicken breast on the barbeque.
In other words, we are blissed out.
We started the day by breaking camp and then making a run over the Marias Pass on Highway 2, just south of the park. What a gorgeous drive! We stopped in at the Summit campground to check that out – it has the trailhead for the Continental Divide trail, which was intriguing – but it was right on the highway and the sites left us uninspired. We continued around, setting our sights on Many Glacier back in the park. We hit some horrible under-construction highway leaving Browning, but we made it through alive and then got to traverse one of the prettiest stretches of road we have seen, with hills and curves and so. many. aspens. and our first magpie (evidently they don’t cross the Divide…?) and gorgeous views of the smoke-hazed mountains of Glacier.
After a quick roadside stop for peanut butter and honey sandwiches, we made the turn into Many Glacier. More horrible road, taken at a crawl behind a trio of the ubiquitous antique red tour buses, only to find out the campground was full. U-turn and back out the road, with a midway discovery that the power cord for the trailer was dragging, jostled out of its compartment by all the bumps and bounces. It was pretty messed up. That was pretty scary because we rely heavily on having power, and it pretty much put the cap on our discouragement.
And then we came here. We were extremely leery coming down the (bad) road into this campground, and the first sites along the lake were discouraging – think Deliverance. We actually pulled into this site merely because it was a pull-through that offered us an opportunity to turn around. But we were tired and decided it was good enough and shut off the engine. That’s when the quiet of the place, the beauty of the lake, and our seclusion from other campers revealed themselves. Third time’s the charm, and we love it here. And Frank was able to baby the power connector back into shape and it still works. *phew*
The tent trailer in situ:
Our bathing station:
Our dock:
Sunset over the smoke-hazed mountains:
