The wind was so bad the day after my storm encounter at Wolf Springs, Montana that I only rode half a day before calling it quits. Riding at 65 to 70 mph into a solid 50 mph head wind had the bike tossing from side to side and sucking gas like a starving Yellowstone buffalo calf. The next day dawned sunny and cold and I set out for Glacier National Park. I had planned on stopping to see the Plains Indians Museum on Browning on the way, but naturally, with my luck, the museum was closed that day. I headed up through St. Mary’s to the park.
\ At the park entrance on that sunny morning the park ranger told me I had picked the perfect day to see the park. I felt that after all the rain I had encountered on this westbound trip across the country I deserved this sunny day, but I just smiled and nodded to the ranger who probably did not care much, if at all about my rain-filled journey.
What a gorgeous national park this is, perhaps the prettiest of the many I have visited over my past 13 years of riding America. I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves.