The first ten miles or so was fairly flat as we followed this river into the Park. We stopped for a photo op by a lake and were completely blown away by the view. Little did we know that this was merely a warm up. We continued up the road, gawking at the mountains and waterfalls on either side. Then, straight ahead, loomed a huge mountain that spanned the entire valley, and as we peered up at it we could make out the trace of a road, and the occasional gleam from a moving car, on this road that seemed to be scratched out of a sheer cliff. Well, let's get on with it! Up and up we rode. I will let the pictures speak for themselves. Once we started climbing the road surface narrowed considerably and the drop-offs increased significantly. There was a moderate amount of traffic and some construction delays, but it didn't matter, we knew we were on a special ride. Everything was breathtaking - the light, the views, the road, blah blah blah. We camped that night at St Mary's campsite in the eastern end of the Park, after a pretty good meatloaf special served family style at Johnson's Restaurant. We picked up some camp firewood on the way back to the campsite and eventually Mike got a good fire going. We sat around for a few hours watching the campfire, thinking and talking about how incredibly lucky we were to be doing this ride, and how fantastic was the ride over Logan Pass. Again, we both slept soundly.
One last thing: Glacier Park belongs on everyone's "Bucket List".
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