"My left side – it's my best side."
"Hurry up with the photo! It's cold out here."
The Colombian ground squirrel was shivering as I was snapping its picture.
Well, the cold air was not my fault. We were, after all, in National Glacier Park in Montana.
Where even the goats wear a thick coat of fur.
It was a bit chilly. But how can you quibble about a few bits of Fahrenheit, when you have views like these:
Where the flowers look like paintbrushes.
And the rocks provide the perfect color palette.
While nature sculpts art into stones and tree trunks:
The views were big, but little details were just as rewarding if you paid attention. For example, spot the curly-horned ram here:
How about prairie dogs (why do they not look like dogs at all?):
The aftermath of the Robert Fire of 2003 provided us with the unique opportunity of walking through a young forest where new pine trees barely came up to the waist:
We supplemented our hikes with a ride on the legendary red bus. I highly recommend it.
Especially if you get Norman as your guide:
Not only did he regale us with the history the park, he also led us straight to a black bear!
Unfortunately, I did not get a picture of the bear.
Count on a return visit, Montana.
