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October 22, 2015
November 20, 2014
Another Visit
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August 22, 2013
June 6, 2013
Get out of the car and take a short walk.
Logan Pass, Glacier National Park, Montana, July 1968. We've stopped at the Visitor Center as we make our way along the Going-to-the-Sun Road. I wear my Ranger Rick jacket.
January 21, 2013
It's not as cold as it looks.
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October 8, 2012
April 5, 2012
Logan Pass
Logan Pass Visitor Center, Glacier National Park, Montana, July 1966. We're making our way from St. Mary to West Glacier along the Going-to-the-Sun Road.December 20, 2011
The Rockies in July
During one of our family vacations in Montana, we left Glacier National Park earlier than usual and drove north through Alberta, Canada, and into British Columbia. We made it as far as the Alaskan Highway in Mom's gold Buick LeSabre (with automatic transmission).
We had many memorable moments during this trip. Although many places were astonishingly beautiful, the spot that left me breathless was the Ice Fields Parkway. It's an impressive destination.
We decided that despite the beauty of the Canadian Rockies, we all still preferred to vacation in Glacier. So that is the spot to which we returned.
Logan Pass, Glacier National Park, Montana, July 1968. Mom and I negotiate a snow bank. I wear my kelly-green, Ranger Rick Jacket. Mom wears a nose guard, as she always does, to protect against sunburn.
We had many memorable moments during this trip. Although many places were astonishingly beautiful, the spot that left me breathless was the Ice Fields Parkway. It's an impressive destination.
We decided that despite the beauty of the Canadian Rockies, we all still preferred to vacation in Glacier. So that is the spot to which we returned.
Logan Pass, Glacier National Park, Montana, July 1968. Mom and I negotiate a snow bank. I wear my kelly-green, Ranger Rick Jacket. Mom wears a nose guard, as she always does, to protect against sunburn.
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