06.08.2010 - 06.08.2010 22 °C
I was up at 6am today to make the long journey out of Yellowstone to Glacier National Park in Montana on the border with Canada. Montana is known as Big Sky Country, although I really can't attest to its name. The sky was so heavy with dark clouds and really did this state's name an injustice.
After passing mountains, lakes and praries I arrived at Glacier National Park's west entrance at about 3pm. I had assumed that arriving at this time would have left plenty of time to find a campsite somewhere. Well I arrived at my preferred place in the west and all full. The host there told me that the only sites that may be free would be the 'primitive' sites. Hmm. I thought it worth trying an eastern campsite to see if there had been any cancellations.
Getting over to the Park's eastern side involved travelling along the Going to The Sun Road. The road is a narrow route that traverses Glacier's mountains. The road is so narrow that many vehicles are prohibited from using it. I would say that the views on the drive over the glaciers and lakes were , but as anyone else who has driven this road will be able to attest to, it is neigh on impossible to appreciate the views because the road demands total concentration.
The sites I visited in the east were full as well. This meant a night in my car. At this point I didn't feel too pleased to be here. It felt very isolating to be in the middle of a National Park in deserted Montana and rather than being able to have a base somewhere, I was in my car. I knew that these feelings had to be overcome and I've long learnt since being here that when things get tough, it's time to just get on with things and stop my idleness, and be aware that they would be overcome. I was right. I got on with making dinner and the car up for the night.
Hopfully it wouldn't be too long a night ...