Admit it. We all have bucket lists, even if we don’t want to
admit we do. Some of the items on my bucket list I’m fairly certain I’ll never
do because at this point there isn’t a snow ball’s chance in a very warm place
of me ever getting on a plane again, so unless Superman shows up and offers to
personally fly me to Scotland, Ireland, and Great Britain, I’m not going there.
But, this summer while on vacation, I did check one item off
my bucket list. The day we went to Glacier National Park was forecast as sunny
in the morning, with increasing clouds by mid-morning and a one hundred percent
chance of rain by afternoon. That was a pretty sure bet we were going to get
rained on while in Glacier. The item on my bucket list I was hoping to check
off was driving The Going to the Sun Road through Glacier. Going to the Sun Road takes ten weeks to clear
in the spring, and that’s with using several heavy snow movers capable of
moving 4000 tons of snow an hour.
HOLY MOSES! Twists, turns, hairpin switch backs, waterfalls,
wildlife, and by the time we’d reached Logan Pass, the clouds were socking the
park in and the rain was beginning. Add several thousand feet drop-offs, sheer
cliff walls on the other side of the road, shoulders to the road of no more
than two or three feet and it was the most stunningly gorgeous white-knuckle
drive I’ve ever undertaken. At several points during this drive, snow
splattered the windshield with the rain. Yeah, I was white-knuckling it. And my
respect for those people who drive those snow-movers in the early summer to
open the road increased exponentially.
(Some of the pictures I’ve shared here I did not take—and I’ve
tried to give credit where credit is due.)
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