Way up near the northwest corner of Montana, adjacent to the Canadian border, lies Glacier National Park. Our son, his wife, and our granddaughters just spent four fabulous days there, adventuring out of their RV (see previous post), away from television, computers, phones, and even electricity.
Gregg called this morning from on the road, when they were back in cell phone range, somewhere on the way to Yellowstone National Park. He sounded euphoric.
“It was spectacular!” he said. He quickly related just one of the incredible experiences. Talli and Hayley joined their Dad on a six-mile hike back into one of the glacier-melted lakes (similar. I assume, to the one pictured above) to do some fishing. They caught over a half dozen native cutthroat trout but quickly returned them to the water, observing appropriate catch-and-release practices.
Talli caught the largest, over 15” long and probably a “pounder”. Hayley caught at least two, casting a shiny small kastmaster. I can only imagine that Elaine and Aubrey did some hiking of their own but stayed nearer to the RV.
Gregg called this morning from on the road, when they were back in cell phone range, somewhere on the way to Yellowstone National Park. He sounded euphoric.
“It was spectacular!” he said. He quickly related just one of the incredible experiences. Talli and Hayley joined their Dad on a six-mile hike back into one of the glacier-melted lakes (similar. I assume, to the one pictured above) to do some fishing. They caught over a half dozen native cutthroat trout but quickly returned them to the water, observing appropriate catch-and-release practices.
Talli caught the largest, over 15” long and probably a “pounder”. Hayley caught at least two, casting a shiny small kastmaster. I can only imagine that Elaine and Aubrey did some hiking of their own but stayed nearer to the RV.
To say the least, they are having a vacation time they will probably never forget. More later as it comes in.
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