Soon we’re transported to a quiet boardwalk that winds it way through ancient trees and across the rushing, ice-blue Avalanche Creek, cradled by layers of moss-dappled stone. Sure, there are other people around, but everyone is in silent awe of the tallest trees we’ve all seen outside a redwood preserve.
One deep breath and our lungs are clear of smog and stress and the pressing need to be anywhere else.
In Glacier, the winter snow doesn’t come ’til October…and the high season ends in late September. In other words…there’s still time. [Read more...]