“We are in a hurry, let’s go slowly.” Words to live by when there is so much to take in yet each moment demands your presence. Nature demands you live the childhood phrase, “Stop. Look. Listen.”

Most of our drive skirted Flathead Lake so calm its surface was a mirror. There were few pullouts so this stock photo will have to suffice.

We checked in to our cozy chalet for a three night stay.

Real world intrusions are to be avoided here, but laundry beckoned with a loud voice. But hey, if you have to do it, why not do it with a view. The monitor commented, “I haven’t seen folding skills like yours in a very long time.” I wasn’t expecting a medal but I certainly would have welcomed a few free minutes on the dryer. Free puppies, tempting.

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On to the crown jewel . . .

First stop, Lake McDonald, again smooth as glass. I don’t remember a lake with such a gentle shore the smooth stones just laze into the water. Speaking of stones, with so many to choose from finding the perfect one takes some time.

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One of the ever present rushing creeks.

In over 100 years of service, the red buses of Glacier have made their bold statement against the green forests. These beauts are remarkable, the cloth tops come off for ultimate viewing and they are kept in exquisite condition by their prideful caretakers.

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The Lake McDonald Lodge is spectacular. It oozes confidence of time and place. Normally, I don’t like heads of dead animals, but this guy was giving me justified shade.

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We were pressed for time since I had a conference call (yes, I got the right day and time) so we took our first drive on the “Going-to-the-Sun-Road“. Harrowing is an apt description when rock formations actually extend OVER the road. The views were worth it.

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Remnants of a glacier hanging on for dear life.

On our way back, we stopped by a glacial cascade and pool. This is what happens when your Amazon order for camouflage goes wrong. It’s not an outfit, it’s a mood.

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Meanwhile back at camp, I thought about bagging one for thanksgiving but I don’t have time to register it as a service animal for the flight home.

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Happy day, campers!