We were so happy we had an early start to enter Glacier National Park from the west entrance at Apgar Village. By the time we left the park in the early afternoon, the traffic into the park was almost bumper to bumper with sightseers, hikers, and bikers. We took the Going-to-the-Sun Road. (What a great name for the most scenic road I have ever been on in this country!) The two-lane road hugs the cliffside with very little guard rails, but oh, the views! We stopped at almost every scenic pull-off.

The stunning and dramatic McDonald Falls was our first stop, and who doesn’t love a beautiful waterfall that empties into blue, rocky water? The next stop was the Sacred Dancing Cascade, which gurgled over the flat rocks, and led into the very lengthy ten-mile McDonald Lake. (Surrounded by mountains, it resembled a Norwegian fjord.)

We headed slowly on the winding road to Logan’s Pass Visitor Center and the minute we stepped out of the car, we knew we had to don our puffy down jackets. (Where were our mittens and ski hats when we needed them?) It was in the ’30s and the winds were so strong that if your paperwork was not secured in the car, it was whipped out into the air. We hiked up to the steep and windy paths and loved the amazing views of the glaciers, which are reputed to disappear by 2030.

Our roadside tailgate picnic today was cold and windy, but definitely had the best views of any stop. The weather was not conducive to hiking today with wind and drizzly rain, plus we did not have any bear spray with us! (We did not see any, but there are plenty of warnings.) The road ended at Rising Sun, and we turned around and agreed that the view on the descent was even better than our ascent. As the car hugged the rocky side of the road, the color of the rocks in blues and grays were interspersed with mini waterfalls that we had not noticed before.

We drove back to Kalispell through White Fish, disappointed that our friends are out of town, but we admired the lovely town center. Tonight we enjoyed our last night here with a great meal at Desoto  Bar-B-Q!  

Last night we had a wonderful meal dining outside of Gil’s Goods at a sidewalk cafe. The best thing about our meal was the trains that passed by as we sat for a wonderful outdoor experience. Livingston is the county seat of Montana and is known as a railroad hub. Bill and I both love the sound of trains, which seem to follow us wherever we land. The haunting sounds and the whistles do not bother us, but maybe some of the occupants of the Murray Hotel are bothered, as there are earplugs beside the bed:)

We had decided not to head to Glacier National Park, but a friendly police officer happened by and stopped at our table the night before, . “If you do not go to Glacier National Park, you will regret it”, said the former Royal Oak, Michigan cop, Between that exchange and the alien spaceship sighting, we decided it was lock and load. Do we need any other random pointers besides these?

We enjoyed our stay at the Murray Hotel, which I would recommend for its ambiance, history, and central location. We packed up and headed to Kalispell, Montana on another beautiful day. There was weather along the way, with rain and high winds, but it did not diminish the views. At one point we stopped for our usual tailgate picnic since our breakfast at the Buffalo Cafe in Bozeman had worn off.

We arrived at the Kalispell Grand Hotel mid-afternoon, just in time to take a walk around this beautiful town. The hotel is also over 100 years old and the room has beautiful appointments that cannot compare to the usual chain hotels. We walked Main Street, enjoyed a brew at the Kalispell Brewing Company on their upstairs outdoor deck, before a great eating experience at Hops. We at Elk, Yak, and Bison burgers and loved every one of their tiny samples.

Yesterday, fortunately, we had our brakes checked, even though our complete “tune-up guy” in Michigan said they were great. They had to be replaced and I am thankful, especially with the winding, steep roads through Yellowstone Park today. The weather smiled on us once again, with cool temperatures and blue sky .( As the day progressed, we realized we had not scratched the surface on varying ecosystems, terrain, mountainous views, forestation and even wildfire damage.)

The first view of the Rocky Mountains was breathtaking as we rounded the corner within miles of the park from the east entrance. Past the Buffalo Bill Cody Dam, we headed into the mountains. One of our first exciting up close and personal encounters involved a wandering buffalo, which I captured on video as he crossed in front and beside the driver’s side of the car.  He was unfazed by civilization in his path, unlike us:)

The next thrill was a huge bear on the banks of the Yellowstone River. Cars and RV’s were pulled over with cameras pointed at this great sight, and I was sad the driver missed it:( Our next stop was a trail beside the gurgling rapids of the river, so we hiked along the rocky edge. There were geese fishing for breakfast on the rocks and we hoped to see jumping fish, but it’s not the season.

Once we left that hike, we had another hike to the Norris Geyser Basin, where we passed turquoise bubbling geothermal pools, the Dragon’s Mouth Cave that growled and spewed as it hissed sulfur steam from the cavernous opening. The Norris Geyser performed for the spectators and did not disappoint, since it erupts every 20-80 minutes.

Before we left the park, we witnessed Elk grazing at the visitor’s center on the north side, and again in the river on our way into Livingston, Montana. This is as far as we will go into Montana, but the historic Murray House Hotel is a treat after this long day. Tomorrow we head back into the park to finish the thrilling and majestic views of geysers, mountains, streams, and wildlife on our way to the Tetons.

We left the Branch House in historic Deadwood, S.D., a town we would visit again, and headed to the hills. Along the scenic byway through Spearfish Canyon, we stopped at Bridal Falls and spotted not only colorful yellow autumn on the hills but mountain goats along the road. They were unafraid and beautiful.

We continued to Devils Tower, Wyoming with a picnic within sights of this beautiful landmark, tasting buffalo sausage and cheese snacks. The trip was a long journey today with ten hours on the road. We saw desolate mounds of varying colors, dotted with sagebrush. It was a smokey day, with the wildfire residue coloring the sky and obliterating the distant hills. It did not diminish our appreciation of the unbelievable varying terrain, which traversed between colorful mounds to farm and ranchland, to valley green crop farming. The colors of the earth are amazing.

Our final stop was in Cody, Wyoming. Our room is in the historic Buffalo Bill/s Irma Hotel downtown. We sipped drinks on the verandah as the rains poured onto the dry streets, hopefully washing away some of the wildfire smoke. We are within miles of Yellowstone and look forward to the day tomorrow.

Last night our entertainment was a walk through the Wall Cemetary across the road, which is perched on the outer wall of the Badlands, but we packed up and left early this morning from our little cabin in Wall, stopping in NOWHERESVILLE to find something for breakfast This has to be a first. Stale donuts and Ensure for breakfast! We followed the Sage Creek Rd., lined with Tickseed Coreopsis and groups of Buffalo interspersed with coteries of Prairie Dogs. It was a beautiful winding drive through prairie lands with farms and deer spotted along the way.

We took the scenic drive to the Black Hills, which was ablaze in yellow. Through Custer State Park, the Black Hills had an immense amount of Pine Beetle damage to the trees, so there were many areas that were barren with fallen pines and blank spaces amongst the beautiful pines. Alongside the car, we witnessed Buffalo rolling in the dirt, steep rock formations, camps, and beautiful roadside creeks. (Bill has been responsible for all the driving and maneuvered the switchbacks like the pro he is behind the wheel:)

Our first beautiful drive took us through Custer State Park and we joined the other masked tourists at Mt. Rushmore. It was everything we hoped to see and more. We did not spend a great deal of time there and bypassed the visitor center, attempting to steer clear of the people, but it was an impressive landmark.

Our plan was to have lunch on Sylvan Lake, but my guess is the season is over and there were no lunches being served, so we had another tailgate picnic. We were so impressed with Needles Highway! The views were breathtaking from every angle! We are so thankful for the best weather ever to view all the unbelievable sights.

Our end tourist attraction was the Crazy Horse Monument and we are so happy we stopped! There were Lakota dancers from the Rosebud Reservation performing native dances with the history of their tribe and it was beyond beautiful. The museum was also surprisingly comprehensive in its collections of native Indian artifacts and photos.

Our last stop for the night is Deadwood and we are staying at the Branch House downtown. We were fortunate to time our arrival for the big shoot-out re-enactment on Main St., compete with gunslingers before dinner in a once-famous brothel,. The Deadwood Saloon, once we found this tiny restaurant, delivered a wonderful meal of our first ever Bison steak. We were not disappointed with our meal in our quiet little private room.

We made a decision not to head to Montana on this trip, but to head to Yellowstone via Wyoming. We want to save the Montana trip for a future combination with Seattle, Vancouver, and Alaska. Onward we go!