Typical scenery of the provincial parks...
Many Glaciers Lodge....very famous...built in 1915.
We chatted a while with the owner of the Trail riding outfit, finding out that his horses were all Percheron crosses. I liked this shot of the horses patiently waiting.
It was beginning to sprinkle, so we thought we'd do a very short hike partway around the lake. We planned on being gone about 2o mins. so we didn't take water or snacks. We didn't miss the snacks, but by the end of the 3 hour hike, it was hot and we were thirsty. I pretended it was a pioneer trek and sang "for some must push and some must pull."
We didn't realize that the trail AROUND the lake would be so long. We hiked ALL the way around Swiftcurrent Lake and partially along Lake Josephine...shown below. As you can see, it was beautiful.
It stopped sprinkling and the sun came out.
Lake Josephine was not very cold and had somewhat of a beach, so I played in the water and looked for stones. It felt good to squish my toes in the sand and walk on the pebbles. See Cowboy Bob's blog for pictures.
We got back to the lodge, then the car and left to find a place to spend the night. There was no National Forest that we could just pull out into. It was either Indian Reservation or National Park. Again, we looked at the map and had our choice of a primitive campground, Cut Bank Creek or a civilized campground at Two Medicine Lake. We chose the one at the Lake and snagged one of the last campsites. We relaxed, ate peanut butter sandwiches, then went to a campfire presentation on the legends of the area. Apparently, "Two Medicine" refers to the river being between two Medicine Lodges, so it was sacred and powerful medicine.
We spotted the image below on the mountain called "Rising Wolf". It looked to us exactly like a climber.

This lovely shot was of "Old Man" Lake with mountains in background. We camped by this one.

After the campfire stories, it was almost dark. We decided to just walk down to the lake. I left the camera in the car. As we stood looking at the lake, a beaver swam toward us, got out on the shore, snagged some shrubbery and munched for about 15 minutes before sliding back into the water and swimming underwater for what seemed like 5 minutes. It was a great moment, my first view of a beaver in the wild....but no camera to capture that moment.
Lake Josephine was not very cold and had somewhat of a beach, so I played in the water and looked for stones. It felt good to squish my toes in the sand and walk on the pebbles. See Cowboy Bob's blog for pictures.
We got back to the lodge, then the car and left to find a place to spend the night. There was no National Forest that we could just pull out into. It was either Indian Reservation or National Park. Again, we looked at the map and had our choice of a primitive campground, Cut Bank Creek or a civilized campground at Two Medicine Lake. We chose the one at the Lake and snagged one of the last campsites. We relaxed, ate peanut butter sandwiches, then went to a campfire presentation on the legends of the area. Apparently, "Two Medicine" refers to the river being between two Medicine Lodges, so it was sacred and powerful medicine.
We spotted the image below on the mountain called "Rising Wolf". It looked to us exactly like a climber.
This lovely shot was of "Old Man" Lake with mountains in background. We camped by this one.
After the campfire stories, it was almost dark. We decided to just walk down to the lake. I left the camera in the car. As we stood looking at the lake, a beaver swam toward us, got out on the shore, snagged some shrubbery and munched for about 15 minutes before sliding back into the water and swimming underwater for what seemed like 5 minutes. It was a great moment, my first view of a beaver in the wild....but no camera to capture that moment.
The next morning, I took a photo of the place where the beaver got out of the water.

After packing up (which involved moving the coolers and bags from the front seats to the back), we went for a hike to Running Eagle Falls. It is also called "trick falls". I assume because it appears to be coming out of the rock.
After packing up (which involved moving the coolers and bags from the front seats to the back), we went for a hike to Running Eagle Falls. It is also called "trick falls". I assume because it appears to be coming out of the rock.
2 comments:
Love it all. I want to go up there someday.
What a fabulous trip! Thanks for sharing your amazing photos!
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