"Ah," quoth he, "I have just seen on that The Internets, that they have now, that Glacier National Park is being evacuated because big burny fiery DETH!"
Oh. Bugger. Still, 'tis a fair way away from Billings so perhaps they will have changed their collective mind by the time I get there. Last time I went to Glacier, I arrived in nearby Whitefish the very day they closed the through road in the park for the winter, so I am anxious to put this omission right.
The run up to the park's east entrance is neither exciting nor short. It is, in fact, about 360 of the BRITONS' miles. And it's more of the same Stuffs we've had since crossing the Mighty Missouri in South Dakota. And it is forty old-skool Fahrenheits colder than yesterday, and only manages to lower the difference by ten over the course of those miles. Scenic highlights:
|This could be a mesa, but is more likely a butte fnarr fnarr|
|Another one of those incinerator/Dalek hybrids|
|Look, Mum, proper mountains at last!|
And so to East Glacier Park.
|Either we have a new Pope, or...|
|Glacier National Park in 2009, yesterday|
Instead I shall take US-2 around the south end of the park, because to go around the north end would require invading Canada. US-2 is actually jolly scenic when the smoke doesn't get in your eyes and here is a picture to prove it.
And it gets a lot warmer on this side of the Continental Divide. As things start to flatten out I turn off and potter four miles up a side road to visit this, which I missed last time because teh Stupidz:
|Hungry Horse Dam|
You can actually drive all the way round the lake, but it's a hundred miles and I've already done over four hundred today. No thanks. Perhaps in another eight years' time I will be able both to drive right through the park and circumnavigate Hungry Horse Lake. Put it in your diaries for 2025.
And so to Kalispell, where the Internets as as slow as those in the Super 8 in Battle Mountain when thirty spods are all trying to upload Stuffs at once. I've only got 23 photos to upload, it's taken an hour and it appears not even to be halfway yet chiz. Oh, and my phone still doesn't work.
Another pearl of wisdom imparted by Billings Hotel Man was "It's2 even worse down around Missoula". You do not need to guess which way I am going tomorrow.
- According to that basket case in the Awful Orifice, anyway.
- Big fiery burny DETH, that is.