A Weekend in Glacier National Park
The weekend in Glacier came down mostly to the Going-to-the-Sun Road. We took it slow through the high section, pulling off wherever there was room — big pyramids of layered rock on both sides, snow still hanging in the gullies in August, waterfalls threading down the far walls. Clouds sat low over the pass the whole way and never quite decided to rain.
On the east side we stopped above St. Mary Lake for the Wild Goose Island overlook. The wind was working the whole lake into whitecaps, and the little island with its handful of trees looked like it was holding on.
Lake McDonald was the opposite. It's the biggest lake in the park, and when we got there the sky had gone clear and the water had gone flat. Near shore you can see straight through to the bottom, which is covered in the rocks the lake is known for — reds, greens, blues, all of it from iron and how much oxygen it got when the rock formed. We stood at the edge a long time picking out colors through the water.
