Another View

Glacier National Park, Montana, July 1968. We continue to explore Grinnell Glacier.

The Destination

Glacier National Park, Montana, July 1968. We've reached Grinnell Glacier.

Trout Dinner

Glacier National Park, Montana, July 1972. I usually didn't catch much when I fished in Glacier, but I kept trying. This photo captures the exception. In 1972 we hiked up to a spot en route to Grinnell Glacier. I spent most of the afternoon casting for trout, and, because I wore a bathing-suit top, I got a nasty sunburn. I kept fishing because the haul was so good.

When we returned to the Swiftcurrent Motor Inn, the chef at the restaurant offered to clean and cook my catch. Remember: we ate what we caught. We (and several of our friends) had a wonderful meal. Even Mom at the trout, and Mom hates fish. Before we went to sleep, Mom rubbed Neosporin over my burned back.

Caution

Glacier National Park, Montana, July 1968. We're hiking on Grinnell Glacier, and it's steep!

Partly Cloudy

Glacier National Park, Montana July 1972. We're hiking again near Grinnell Glacier.

Day Hike

Glacier National Park, Montana, July 1973. Mom and I make our way on the Grinnell Glacier Trail, along the edge of Lake Josephine.

On the Move

Glacier National Park, Montana, July 1972. Dad catches Mom and me as we make our way to Grinnell Glacier.

Chill Out

Grinnell Glacier, Glacier National Park, Montana, August 1970. Mom and I share a cup of ice during a hike. Mom again carries the home-movie camera.

(The ice was white. There were no Rocky Mountain Goats or bears in sight.)