Author: Easin' Along

With the hard work done, God created a place to play. He didn’t just build a playground; He created a masterpiece, and we named it Glacier National Park. We loved Yellowstone and came away fascinated by the chromatic pools, thermals, geysers, and wildlife encounters. However, nothing compares to Glacier National Park and the spectacular beauty of the mountains and streams.

In a series of posts, I will share our visit there. The volume of pictures on my hard drive is too large to publish in one post so, I plan to break it up into three posts centered around the six hikes we took during our stay. Additionally, I am experiencing computer issues and don’t have the patience to work my way through a long post so, readers will get the abridged version.

Our base of operations, Mountain Meadow RV Park in Hungry Horse, Montana, conveniently located nine miles from the park’s entrance, made travel to and fro very easy. My sister, LeAnn, visited Glacier earlier in the month and sent word that the lines to enter the park were long because only one entrance was open and that we should go early in the day. Appropriately for a trip to Glacier National Park, Helen and I usually move at Glacier speed in the a.m.. Still, we broke one of our retirement pledges by setting an alarm for 6:30 on three mornings (applause line), filled our thermos with coffee, and passed through the gates with no lines. Thankfully, we beat the crowds to the trailheads every day. On our first day in the park, we hiked John’s Lake Loop then, on to and McDonald Falls.

John’s Lake Loop, a one-mile trail, served as a warmup. This trail took us through a thick forest with a thick moss carpet for a floor. We arrived at the lake as the sun was coming up over the mountains and I captured the picture above. I love the image of the distant peak reflected in the water.

We felt good after completing the loop, so we decided to make the three-mile round trip to McDonald Falls. The trail followed McDonald Creek to the waterfall and began at an area known as the Sacred Dancing Cascade. The water in the creek is almost iridescent blue and as clear as tap water. Helen got a great look at the stream while walking ahead of me.

For unexplained reasons, the trail below the falls was closed, and the best picture I could get was from the overlook along the road. Be assured that the falls were better than the picture.

We hope you enjoy the first post from Glacier and will come back for more. There is so much to see, and this is just a sample of a masterpiece created by the Almighty.

For now, we’re Easin’ Along.

I intended to spend a lot of time in Ennis, Montana, with a fly rod in my hand. Unfortunately, Mother Nature had other plans. Windy and rainy weather moved in and gave every trout in the Madison River a reprieve.

I did have one opportunity to fish on our first full day in Ennis. Rick and Debbie, the friends we met in Big Sky, drew a detailed map to one of Rick’s secret fishing spots on Bear Creek, near Cameron, Montana. With map in hand, Helen and I drove to Cameron and set out on a hike to the North Fork of Bear Creek. As soon as we walked past the Grizzly Bear warning sign, we realized we left the bear spray in our fifth-wheel and decided that we should turn back. Once again, the trout won.

On another day, with rain in the forecast, we drove to Virginia City, a trip I shared (click here) with readers earlier this week. The return from that visit is the subject of this post.

As we were eating an excellent lunch at the Road Agent’s Roost, a German restaurant in Virginia City, a storm moved in and dumped hail on the city for well over ten minutes. Fortunately, the hailstones were small and caused us no damage, but the stones covered the road and the roofs of every structure in sight.

We made it back to Ennis ahead of the storm, but we could see dark clouds moving up the canyon from the south. Eventually, the clouds circled us and began filtering into the valley from the north, moving toward the Ennis Mountain range. Only a moron would stand out in a lightning storm taking pictures, but the cloud formations and the colors of the sky were so strikingly unusual, I had to risk it.

Ultimately the storm moved on before I fell victim to it, but not before presenting us with a brilliant rainbow. We wanted more so; we waited, and, for a curtain call, we witnessed a sunset to remember. Fishing can wait…sunsets should not be missed. 

Thanks for stopping by. Come back next week and join us in the unspeakable beauty of Glacier National Park.

We’re Easin’ Along.

In 1863, a group of prospectors were en route to an area near the Yellowstone River but never made it. Members of the Crow Indian Tribe forced them on a different course and thereby changed the course of history in the Northwestern U.S. in the ensuing years. Two members of the group discovered gold near Alder Creek on May 26, 1863, and couldn’t keep their find a secret.

Within weeks, thousands descended into that area in a rush for gold. A boomtown erupted, and, in 1864, President Abraham Lincoln signed a law creating the Montana Territory, and Virginia City became the first capital. Helen and I came to Ennis, Montana, for a four-day visit and decided to drive the 15 miles from the Ennis RV Campground to soak up a few nuggets of history…the gold was long gone.

We arrived late in the morning and decided to walk the main street before making a stop for lunch. As has been the experience throughout our RV trip, the crowds were small, and we moved through the shops and buildings with little difficulty. Masks are mandatory in public buildings in Montana, and we complied–gladly.

Virginia City, designated as a National Historic Landmark, is quite impressive. Many of the buildings that sprang up during the gold rush when thousands of people occupied the area remain. Most of the buildings fell into disrepair when the gold ran out, and the townspeople moved on, turning Virginia City into a ghost town (the 2010 census revealed a population of 190 people). A group of generous benefactors began restoring Virginia City around 1940 before it collapsed in ruins.

While strolling through the town, we read the historical markers posted on almost every building taking pictures–lots of them. Because I wanted to give the proper feel to this post, I decided to take the images in Sepia for a “tin-type” effect. I think it captures Virginia City as an old western town from bygone days. I hope you agree.

The last picture is Road Agents Roost, a German restaurant, and our lunch stop. The food was outstanding. We finished our meal during a torrential hailstorm that followed us back to Ennis. I’ll share that story with readers later this week, Wi-Fi connection permitting. Please come back.

Hopefully, this post makes it into cyberspace; we’re in a pretty remote area up here; eleven miles east of Idaho border, and fifty miles south of border with Canada (Troy, MT), and staying connected has been a challenge. Nevertheless, we’re having a fantastic time…and, just Easin’ Along.