Actually, I couldn’t see the forest for the smoke.
Two days and a million magnificent Montana acres with which to work and Jimmy and I arrive Glacier National Park (GNP) in the midst of three separate wildfires obliterating the otherwise spectacular scenic beauty of this Crown of the Continent.
Holy smokes! Karma can be such a beast, especially when it comes to travel.
Lesley Gore and I sang, “It’s my party (and I’ll cry if I want to)."
Crying does such an ugly number on my mascara. My funk didn’t last long. Besides, word on the street, a.k.a., Glacier’s amazing Going-to-the-Sun Road,
No redwoods at GNP; just another heat wave, more drought and a million acres of tinder to drive home Al Gore’s global warming warning. The smoke was indeed An Inconvenient Truth.
Would you believe this is what Glacier National Park’s engineering marvel, Going-to-the-Sun Road, looked like before Mother Nature's latest ecological efforts? NICE!
Glacier National Park is all about, well, glaciers. Duh! But not in the OMG-look-at-that-magnificent-glacier way; that would be Iceland. Ever see a glacial lagoon? GNP is more, OMG-we-have-glaciers-to-thank-for-these-magnificent-mountains-valleys-and-lakes-stretching-as-far-as-the-eye-can-see?
Okay, maybe we couldn’t see much of anything beyond Jimmy’s nose. Eat your heart out Jimmy Durante!
I’m still haunted by the bigger can’t-see-the-forest-for-the-trees picture. Are we building our own road to the sun, destroying the planet and our future in the name of progress?
Holy smokes! That's KARMA, as in catastrophe.
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