After leaving Yellowstone, we drove up to Glacier National Park. It was a long drive, but the scenery was beautiful. We drove beside some beautiful mountain lakes, and I read Bill Bryson's The Mother Tongue out loud while Rhoda kept the pedal to the metal. We got into the park a little after dark and found a campsite right on a lake. It was really, really cold that night, and we shook a lot of frost out of the tent fly the next morning. Fortunately, there was also a crystal clear mountain range on the other side of the lake that looked absolutely beautiful in the soft morning light. We went for a long hike up to Avalanche Lake. We saw lots of big trees and rocks, as well as a really cute little mouse getting his house ready for winter. Then we hopped in Geronimo, grabbed some coffee, and hit the road for Washington.
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