On the way. . .
Entering Glacier National Park. . .
Stopping at the visitor center. . .
Magical morning sunlight. . .
Seeing McDonald lake. . .
A place calmer than the song or fast food joint. . .
So many mountains. . .
Breath in the clean. . .
On to the river. . .
Glimpse of lush mountains. . .
Driving on Going to the Sun Road. . .
Climbing high. . .
Entering another kingdom. . .
Entering enchantment. . .
Seeing a glacier. . .
This is her favorite place- on the phone she called these her mountains. . .
We stop to enjoy. . .
Only see this creature. . .
Hear it chirp. . .
Back to the road. . .
Looking closer at a creek. . .
Such beautiful wildflowers beside the road. . .
And such a view!. . .
Then back down the mountains and past the stream. . .
Delightful late lunch at The Green Tea House (our timing was right today :). . .
Visit the yarn shop just in the nick of time and I happily get a few skeins to replenish my stock. . .
And even though we've hopped from one street to another, one road stays the same. No matter travels, there's always the road going to the Son. . .