Day 7, 6th July
Distance travelled, not much
Wildlwe hife spotted, a chipmunk
Friday dawned with my first hangover in months. I’m not used to hard liquor anymore and I had
had a few vodkas to keep up with the fishermen the night before. After a shower we decided to head straight
for Glacier National Park down the road.
Camp sites are first come first served and we wanted to get a good one.
I was feeling pretty ropey so Himself drove and as we queued
to get into the park, I opened my bag to get the entrance fee out.
No purse.
No GODDAMN purse.
Which means no drivers license, no credit cards, no money,
no debit card, no health insurance.
We turned the car around and headed back to the Roost.
The one thing about biker bars is that the patrons are the
most honest people around. Sure enough,
when I walked in the owner smiled and waggled the purse at me.
I pulled out your licence and said, she’ll be back, he
beamed.
We had a coffee on the house and chatted about this and that
and then headed back into the park where the queue had thinned out
considerably, but we were still able to camp near Avalanche Creek right in the
middle of the park.
Surrounded by peaks, the river is so cold that the
temperature drops right down as you approach its glacier-fed waters. We are camped in a cedar forest and the air
smells sublime. Each tree is old and has
its signature bark. Finally we can relax
for a day or two.
Sitting by the campfire tonight, it is difficult to
comprehend the distance we have travelled in just a week. Although it’s just a few hours by plane, the
layers and textures of a roadtrip make it seem much farther.
I have achieved one of my life dreams, to drive the Hi Line
to the Rockies. And soon we will get all
the way to the Rockies.
And tonight, I am being a really big girl and sleeping in
Grizzly country.
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