Glacial

So a couple of weeks ago, my aunt, uncle, and Small Cousin embarked on an adventure to Glacier National Park. (I tried to convince David to come, but at the time he had a pesky day job.)

We left early Friday morning, stopping for a picnic lunch at Riverfront Park in Spokane, and arriving at Flathead Lake in time for dinner. We stayed at Ilo's cabin there for two nights before heading to the park on Sunday, during which time we ate lots of delicious food, visited the National Bison Range, and jumped into the lake (every single one of us, including Ilo--who heard all of our shrieks as we hit the water, and got in anyway!) even though it was only about 50 degrees.

At the park, Small Cousin tried camping and hiking in the mountains for the first time--and liked it so much that even though Ter and I were ready to go home Monday night, the little one insisted we camp one more night. We got home Wednesday, tired and smelling of smoke--but not at all hungry, thanks to Ter's most excellent camp cooking skills.

One thing we managed not to get a picture of was the bear (a BEAR!) we saw by the side of the road. It was all sorts of awesome, but Ter zoomed in too far on her camera to see what she was aiming at, and I couldn't get a clear shot from the backseat without her camera in it. Still, I promise it happened.

Click below for a selection of photos from the adventure; as usual, you can see larger versions and make comments on individual photos here: