I don’t remember 100 odd miles happening in a blink but
Then a Yorkshire slag heap??
And in the background for the next 100 miles always a hint of the Rockies.
4 in the afternoon and for the last 2 hours we have been through desertedville and P is getting twitchy about where we might stay and as if by magic
Phillipsburg, Montana – land area 0.8 square miles, population in 2000 914 and they were all out except for the village genius sitting on his OUTSIDE porch on the sofa with his back to us watching his 60” TV INSIDE through the window, presumably because looking at the size of the house they couldn’t all be in there at once.
or asleep after the heady excitement of:
Phillipsburg the greatest concentration of Victorian preservationists,
right down to law enforcement
We're not kidding
And from high culture and history to a family affair? Will the amplifier bleep when such an ungodly band is introduced?
And into the caf, still mourning the loss of Buddy Holly
Next day back on the road and I am beginning to feel like I am going to the top of the world
I want to be alone
Hurrah just as the 12 hour talking book reveals the butler did it
Just the west bit
The location of our tent..Lake MacDonald
Right camp set quick tramp to see if the Road to the Sun is open from this side and then up to Avalanche Lake. Seasoned walkers as we are only 2 miles up. Won’t take long..
Take a coat..nah?
We see the road is still barricaded off so into the woods.
Oh look everyone else is coming down. Oh it’s raining…ah well not far up keep going
No really everyone has come back down, well we must be nearly there…is it because it is up it feels further.
Not far now just round this bend and jump over the 6 inch deep 2 and half feet wide stream pouring across the path, and miss, foot down in the middle, bang goes the last vestige of dryness.
At last Avalanche Lake completely to ourselves
Peek a boo
I’m shy Mary Ellen
Ok I’m not and I feel really comfortable:
a) with my back to you#
b) having a wee
An hour and half later have only encountered 1 human spotted a quarter of a mile away becase he appeared to have borrowed my dad’s bright cycling cape from 1967 (but not the bicycle clips) we came down to a cluster of people around a park ranger asking when the path up to Avalanche Lake would next be open.....
Open again?
Turns out that there was a very protective mother with her cub wandering the path and an old couple had crossed her path! In a fit of chivalry the husband had pushed his wife behind him, she had tripped and ended up breaking her arm….
We scuttle back to cook tea in the dark, keeping out a wary or is that a beary eye. Quick check everything is in the bear locker. Night!
Then dawn over Lake McDonald
Off we go to Mount Agpar. We read 2.2 in the hiking guide and didn’t actually see this sign until back down…the guide has since been adjusted..they should also have scraped an upwards arrow
Because that’s what it was nearly all the way.
Only two thirds more to go to the top
The fatigue of Cascade Canyon was returning and then we met National Park volunteers who had been digging at the top and were carrying spades, overnight gear and great big smiles and enough puff for lots of voluble debate about”nuthin”…we had heard them before we saw them.
And we carried on UP until
It had taken us that long there was a heat haze up there so the pictures are not as clear as I would have liked.
Right back down we go..should be easier, especially if we stop to take pictures
On the way down we meet mother and daughter at the same point we were when we met the three dwarves. They were wearing really nice cardigans…..and pumps…
PM is spent round the bottom of the lake
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