Apgar Outlook Trail

It is cooler than forecast and greyer than forecast but we are going anyway.  Tomorrow is rainy all day so this is our last day to get some more Glacier hiking in.

We are on the trail about 8:45. Even this late, we start out in fleece, gloves and wool hats.  Today we headed out on a 3.6 mile out and back with 1950 ft elevation gain.  It is rated as difficult, it is.  Mile 1 is pretty flat.  The next 1 ½ noticeably steeper.  We peel off all the warm clothes.  The last mile is loooong, steep switchbacks.  We nearly give up several times but a “one more turn” mantra keeps us moving.  A couple we meet at about 3 miles in brags on the views from the top and grouse on the trail.  Ok, we can do it.  We trudge on and are very pleased when we catch sight of the lookout tower at the top.  We made it.  We can see to the mountain ridge that is the continental divide along Going to the Sun and, with a little off trail maneuvering, Lake McDonald nestled in the valley below. We settle on the lookout walkway to lunch and wait for brighter skies.  That doesn’t happen.  It actually gets darker and cooler and weather radar confirms there is rain around us.  It is much too cool to get wet this far from the truck.  Time to head down.

We take a few knee and ankle breaks; still, the return 3.6 miles goes more quickly than our outbound and we make it back down without even a sprinkle of rain.   We are not sorry we made the trek; but we agree a hike this difficult ought to end at a more spectacular view!  Maybe we just needed a brighter, clearer day to bring out the colors and provide a crisper view of the distant mountains. We will sleep well tonight.

Off to Avalanche Lake

It is a bumpy muddy ride up Going to the Sun Road to the trailhead about 5 miles beyond McDonald Lodge.  Our early start pays off as we get parking in the front row and are on the trail by 7:20AM, just right for a quiet start to the hike. We wind through the colossal cedars along The Trail of Cedars boardwalk, pass a rocky, moss-covered waterfall, follow the sometimes babbling sometimes crashing stream, then turn up and into the dense pines.  It is overcast and the shadowy, towering pines are beautiful but a bit foreboding. The trail is steeper than we anticipated but lovely. We spot the distinctive white profiles of mountain goats mixed with bright red and yellow fall foliage on the cliffs high above the creek bed.  At about 2.5 miles our path opens onto the foot of Avalanche Lake.   Muted colors of the surrounding mountains and waterside foliage reflect in the still lake waters. A Stellar’s Jay comes begging while we relax on the gravelly beach.  It doesn’t look like it is going to brighten up and it’s getting to be prime hike time, the once peaceful beach is getting busy.  We retrace our steps back to the truck.  This was well worth the walk.

It is still early.  We head on out Going to the Sun toward Logan Pass. Kent has not been on the west side of the divide this trip.  It is hard to capture fall colors with grey skies but it is beautiful.  We are classic Glacier visitors, stopping at pull-offs all along the route scouring the mountains for goats and sheep (we see an impressive looking bighorn ram) and attempting to identify glaciers.  Traffic gets annoying and we turn back toward the west side.  Construction is in full swing, leaving us to wait for the pilot truck and rolling through splattery mud.  There is a car wash in our not-to-distant future.  We make a quick stop for firewood and are back at camp with our feet up.   It’s been a full day.

Finally, real hiking weather

At least “not rainy” weather.  We mess up the alarm so are not up super early but still early enough to start ahead of the crowds.  We have a quick breakfast and load up the backpack for a full day out on the trail.  We load up lots of clothes too, its 42 when we head out the door.  Our destination? Bowman Lake in the north west corner of the park.  The thermometer dips to 36 as we make our way further into the back country. The truck has a pretty good heater though and we stay toasty warm.  Our route includes Outside North Fork Road past Polebridge, the one Carol and I drove last week.  It isn’t any smoother today!  Wild life viewing is pretty good though.  A bevy of ptarmigan scratch and poke along the road’s edge and three elk cows graze peacefully in a roadside meadow.  One crosses not far in front of us as they gradually make their way toward the tree line.

The Open sign at Polebridge Mercantile calls to us, we can’t resist the stop and choose one fresh cinnamon roll and one of those yummy sticky buns.  As we turn to head for Bowman Lake trailhead a paper sign on the Mercantile door catches my eye.  It reads “9/19 to 10/7 bridge over the Flathead closed” “No access to Bowman Lake”.  Surely not, we think as we enjoy our baked treats.  Once finished, we drive the mile or so to the expected crossing.  Sure enough, there stands a flagger and she confirms that there is no access beyond the river.  We (and all the other folks who couldn’t/didn’t believe the sign) make a U-turn and ponder on what to do now.  We decide to drive a bit further north hoping that our wild life viewing luck will continue.   It does not.  We reverse course and bump our way back to Apgar.  The day is still young and we need gas for future wanderings so we head for Hungry Horse where prices are a bit more reasonable, $4.24 vs around $5 in West Glacier.  It is a chance to stop at The Huckleberry Patch too.  Folks in the grocery pointed Carol and I that way for the best locally produced huckleberry treats.  Kent and I split a huckleberry shake.  Didn’t need the sweets but hey, we might not get back this way!

Back home we relax a bit and finalize campgrounds for our move down to Vegas.  It is burgers for dinner and just at dusk we watch a mule deer browse her way across the center of our campground loop.

Carol is off on her own adventures

We get a bit of a lazy start but she is off before noon.

Rain has stopped and an occasional bit of sunshine warms it into the 60s.  We are itching to get out and hike.  We head out to Fish Creek and Rocky Point Trail (Carol and I walked this a few days ago) hoping to get some brighter, sunny lake view pictures.  That doesn’t happen, clouds never really clear; but it is a lovely walk and great to get out and move.   I drag Kent to check out West Glacier then we head back home for a quiet afternoon and evening.  The plan, a campfire tomorrow evening.

Rainy and just a little warmer

We are in again today. Weather looks better for the weekend.

The rain holds off just long enough for Kent to grill some chops for dinner.  Carol spent much of the day at her place baking.  We have delicious apple hand-pies for dessert.

Carol and I toast the end of sisters’ week with the end of limoncello that’s been riding in my freezer since one of our earlier get togethers. It has been a great week.  We need to plan the next one.

Heading south

It is beginning to feel too much like winter here.  It is damp and cold and threatening snow. Time to head south.

No big rush breaking camp.  It will be an easy day since our first stop is Missoula, just a 3 ½ hour drive.  A quick weather check as we roll reveals a road closure, Going to the Sun Road in Glacier National Park.  It will probably open again for a while before the close of the season but we are both sure moving on is the right thing to do.

Home for the next couple nights is Yellow Rock Campground.  It is actually a rename of the square-dance and campground park we found our last time through.  It is still a nice quiet place.  No sign of square dancers though.  It is errand time, haircuts and laundry and a little shopping to hold us over ‘til our flight to NY.  We squeeze in a trip to the Missoula Carousel and I ride the dragon but I can’t manage to grab a gold ring so no free ride for me.  I forgot how fast it goes!  What a fun ride.  We hoped to meet up with a couple we volunteered with in Aransas NWR but haven’t connected yet.  Looks that will have to wait until next time.

Hey, it is cold and rainy

We are set to hike to Avalanche Lake – nope, not today.  We hear that there is 1 ½ of snow at Logan Pass and weather apps are posting backcountry warnings for snow and cold temps.

We opt to stay in…actually we hang out at our ¼ turn bridge phone both to work on planning between here and Vegas.  We have 2 weeks before our flight to NY for Hazel’s birthday.

We opt for lunch at Eddies in Apgar Village – Carol joins us and together we sample bison burger, fish and chips, and BBQ pork.  There is huckleberry cobbler with ice cream for dessert.  It is huge and delicious.

Kent is coming over to the west side

We start the day with eggs scrambled with those left over shishito peppers, just two of them.  It is as tasty as we hoped.  We scope out our new campsites, Carol is moving today as well, and we confirm a place to meet Kent to disconnect the truck before coming into camp.  Campground roads are narrow and twisty. By 11:30 we are settled into our sites.  Sisters’ vacation is coming to an end.

Whitefish Farmers Market

We check out the remaining Ranger recommendation, the Whitefish Farmers Market.  It is about a 20- mile drive but all on pavement this time.  Whitefish is predominantly a ski town but they do their darndest to get folks in for the summer season as well.  Amtrak still stops here regularly and they have done a nice job restoring the old station.  Distilleries and breweries are sprinkled among many bars, restaurants, and shops of the downtown.  Carol is on the lookout for hard cider and is assured by the hostess at the Craggy Range Bar, “we have cider”.  We take a seat at the bar with high hopes as a cider does appear on one of the taps. The bar tender is rushed and a bit frazzled so it is a few minutes before he slows down to attend to us; unfortunately, only to tell us “I haven’t had any cider for a while now”.  Rats. There are several local beers on draft and they claim to have local spirits.  I go for a ‘local’ bourbon, Yellowstone Select.  It is smooth and great sipping whiskey.  Unfortunately, as I find out later when I google it, it is also actually made in Kentucky. Little sleight of hand on the bar tender’s part!  Carol’s beer goes down smoothly too.  We try blistered shishito peppers but find them hotter than expected.  Most come home with us to throw into various recipes.

We stroll the main street and circle through a couple shops including one filled with amazing fine arts pieces – carvings and bronze work and paintings on canvas and stone nearly any of which would be welcome in my someday cabin.

It is 5PM and the market is opening up.  We cruise the arts and whatnot section first but find nothing we just have to have.  A few booths have local produce, mostly root vegetables but some tomatoes and fruit as well.  It all looks wonderful.  We pass it up too.  We come across baked goods, more on that later.  We head toward the food trucks, that’s been our plan all along for dinner.  First, we scope them all out: Thai, Russian Piroshkis, grain bowls, and BBQ all catch our eye as does a decadent giant cookie stop.  We settle on BBQ, good choice then share a piroshki (lamb and pork filled bread ball, much like a runza) and enjoy it as we listen to the local entertainment, two fellows playing lively mandolin/guitar/concertina/violin. Our tummies are full but we can’t skip the baked goods.  We take home a huckleberry bear claw and sticky bun from the Mercantile’s booth plus a loaf of sourdough from a local favorite bakery, if the length of lines tells one anything.  A grizzly bun never makes it to the car.  It is a crispy, cinnamony pastry.  Yum

Kent reports a dusting of snow on the Many Glacier side and a black bear sighting near the hotel over there.

West Glacier

We check out the shops, maybe a 20-minute stop.  There isn’t much here to see.  A bit of housekeeping, propane and freshwater fills; else, it is quiet day in and around camp.  We catch the evening ranger program, Night Moves, brought to us by Ranger Leticia.  She is a self-proclaimed birder and does a nice job talking to us about owls. There are 13 species here in the park from the huge great horned to a pygmy owl.  I think I heard a Great Horned a couple nights ago.  So far, we haven’t seen either him or the other more frequently seen, barred owl.  We have a couple more nights here so it might still happen.  We end the day with a yummy bratwurst dinner.