Friday, August 10, 2007


Huckleberries!

Western Montana is crazy for huckleberries! Shawn displays a few he picked from the bushes growing along side the road.

Leaving Logan Pass

Sharing the trail

We surprised a mountain goat and her kid when we were exploring one of the less crowded trails at Logan Pass.

They were kind enough to pose for a picture before the moved on their way!

At the Continental Divide

Logan Pass Visitors Center

About halfway up the Going-to-the-Sun Road, at the Continental Divide.

You can't have Glacier National Park....

... without some glaciers!
This picture shows the dramatic changes in the park's landscape -- from wildflower-filled meadows, to piney forests, to cloud-hugging mountain tops.

Going-to-the-Sun Road

The Going-to-the-Sun Road winds through the center of the Park -- 52 miles of cliff-hugging hairpin turns on steep mountain roads, each turn revealing a vista more spectacular than the last!

In several places, the road was reduced to a single lane to allow workers to shore up the pavement before it tumbled into the gorges!

There were times I was sure we were going to plunge to our deaths off the side, but we made it from one end to the other, intact.

I'm glad I wasn't driving!

Civil Disobedience

Shawn can't resist getting closer to the falls...

McDonald Falls

Not far from the West Glacier entrance to the Park, McDonald Creek becomes McDonald Falls, and flows into Lake McDonald, the biggest body of water in the Park.

Glacier National Park

One of the highlights of this conference is that Whitefish is near Glacier National Park. Glacier is pretty amazing -- because it was hard to take a bad picture of the park, you'll have to bear with me while I share what we saw in this incredible place.

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Downtown Whitefish

It took seven hours -- between our diversions and the Montana DOT's construction sites -- to drive 250 miles, but we finally made it to Whitefish. I have a conference out here this week, and Shawn tagged along for the fishing.

I hate it when work takes me to such out-of-the-way places!

Shawn took this picture when we went "downtown" after dinner.

Kootenai River, Western Montana

Another roadside diversion.

This time, we pulled off Route 2 just outside of Libby, Montana to see where all the kayakers were headed. After following a trail to the river, we listened to some kids debate whether to put their kayaks in at the Class 4 rapids just below the falls, or whether they should hike a bit further and get started in the relatively calmer water near the swinging bridge.

The swinging bridge is just what it sounds like -- a series of planks bolted to each other that sags in the middle and swings in the breeze, with drift fence attached to the rails to keep people from falling into the river.

Shawn and I took these photos of each other on the bridge from the river bank, after we discovered that it was a little scary to have two people on the bridge at the same time.

It's hard to tell, but I'm a tiny light-colored dot in the middle of the bridge in the top bridge photo. Shawn is much harder to spot in the bottom photo -- I was a lot farther down the trail when I snapped the shutter -- he blends in very well with the scenery!

Western power

Driving to Whitefish, Montana from Spokane, Washington via Route 2 and we couldn't resist pulling off at the first exit across the Montana line to look at a dam. Anyone who's ever listened to Trotline knows that Shawn has a love-hate relationship with hydroelectric power!

Saturday, August 04, 2007

One fish, two fish, rock fish!

No trip through the Bay with Shawn is complete without stopping to fish.

He's gotten pretty good at predicting where the big rockfish will be, based on the tide, temperature, current, and light. Tonight, he sure found them!

I'm not much of an angler, but it was hard not to catch them when they jump out of the water and into the boat! I probably caught 20 fish, including one cast that hooked two fish on the same lure. Pretty cool!

Bloody Point Light

Boating Home

At Hooper Straight Light, St. Michaels

That tiny dot you see at the top of the lighthouse is me, with Crockett.