Big sky country
Montana didn't look like I had imagined that it would. The state derives its name from the Spanish word for mountain yet the western part of the state didn't inspire a tribute to John Denver's Rocky Mountain High. Instead, I could have almost convinced myself I was looking at the Allegheny mountains in central Pennsylvania.
View of the marina on Whitefish Lake, outside of the Lodge at Whitefish Lake in (where else?) Whitefish, Montana. That's not to say I was disappointed. It was beautiful, and the 60 - 75 degree daytime temperatures were a welcome respite from the Arizona desert heat.
Lodge at Whitefish Lake in (where else?) Whitefish, Montana.
A conference coupled with a corporate directors' meeting sent me to Whitefish giving me part of one afternoon to explore the area.
The Lodge was furnished with cliché mountain trappings (no pun intended) including more than a dozen stuffed animals. This wolf was so life-like he looked like he could walk right off the display. Most of the taxidermy was for sale for those who might have a hankering to add a dead animal to their home décor.
Part of Tuesday afternoon we had some free time, and a few of us headed to Glacier National Park to drive a part of the Going-to-the-Sun Road. Time and temperatures cut our trip short. I was the only one in the group dressed for the mountain temperatures, and I was also the only one in the group who likes to travel to national parks. No doubt, there's a correlation...
Driving the Going-to-the-Sun Road was on my bucket list. Although I'd like to go back and drive the whole road, I can officially cross it off of my list. I've at least been on it.
There had been a forest fire a number of years ago, and the damage was still apparent, but the forest is repairing itself as nature always does.
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