The weather held out for us at the end of September,
and the constant threat of wildfires didn't dampen our resolve to get to
Missoula "a river runs through it" Montana,
located on the captivating, ever present, Clark Fork River,
where we spent the night with a clear view of the Blood Moon eclipse …
and then headed north to the sweet town of Whitefish,
through smokey vistas,
past the massive, crystal clear, cold as ice, Flathead Lake...
and to Glacier National Park the next day….
We drove across the 'Going-To-The-Sun Road'
completed in 1932, engineered and built by road artisans of the time….
(and imagine being from New Zealand driving this road…
mostly in the middle, thank the Dogs no one was coming from the other way!)
to the eastern side of the park…
past burned forest…..
another glacial lake….
and this disinterested guy as we left the park ...
