As
we headed north, we began to hit our first sharp intense fall color. Shimmering
birch trees all white and red and gold mixed amid the dark green of tall
pines.
We drove through Glacier National
Park. Saw no glaciers, but some snow on mountain peaks.
Then through Yoho National Park
and on into Bamff National Park. Past trees and valleys and mountains and
cliffs and peaks. Yeah, it was a real hardship.
We stopped at Johnson Canyon in Bamff. This ice blue-green, fresh from the glacier, stream, has spent millennium carving sheer smooth canyon walls. The lower falls were deafening beautiful. A nice 20 ft drop into a round pool.
And
yet despite the glacier water, the air was not cold at all. It was warm
and alive, soft with spray. With the canyon walls rising on either side
of us, it felt safe. Protected. As if, when winter blizzards scream snow
across the park, into this canyon only soft gentle flakes drift and fall
to earth.
And then, we were through the Rockies.
In a matter of minutes, mountains became hills, which became the flat plains
that stretch across the middle of the continent.
Music
Luuve
Venus
Sun Splashin - Heading into ice
flows
B52s
Duran Duran
And the Rest
Ella Fitzgerald
Cole Porter
