Going to the Sun

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. . . 

Thinking of Nana, 89 today. . . 

This is her favorite place- on the phone she called these her mountains. . . 

We stop to enjoy. . .

Beware of the bears. . .

Only see this creature. . .

Hear it chirp. . .

Back to the road. . .

Driving past falling streams provided by melting snow. . .

Admiring Lake St. Mary. . . 

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. . .

Blessings~ Megan