Where’s the boat?
It is officially spring. Not in the seasonal sense, but in the sense that snowmelt and daylight have gone beyond the point of hospitability for humans. The land is welcoming us back with only feet, and we have light to see by past 9 pm. Something to be celebrated, enjoyed in a bacchanalian fashion while it lasts. Which is why we found ourselves in Glacier late into yesterday, to the point of eating dinner at 1030.
Packrafting, fishing, hiking, birding, flower hunting, etc. Lower McDonald Creek and related environs. Off the horse trail between the Glacier Institute and the Middle Fork, we even saw the years first bear.
This little one was impressively indifferent/unaware of our presence until s/he finally smelled us.
A day to take sunset photos at 60 mph, and not even be able to stay awake long enough to finish your beer. It is going to be a good month.