Tuesday, July 6, 2010

DAY 16 AND 17




DAY 16
July 5, 2010
From Lake McDonald Lodge, Glacier National Park
To St. Mary's, Montana
miles: about 43
Highlight: I biked across the Continental Divide!



I left Lake McDonald Lodge at 6:40 am, and as you'll see, there were wispy clouds hanging over the mountains, and the road was wet.


The first 10 miles up toward Logan Pass weren't too steep, but then around mile 11 the climb began. It was damp, overcast, and didn't improve much. We biked by a bear and I never saw it! Rats. As we climbed, the road initially had the uphill side on my right, so as it got steep, I didn't have the sense of a steep drop immediately next to me. Later, though, we had a switchback, which put the downhill drop immediately on my right. There were low rock barriers to keep traffic (and me!) from falling off the road most of the time. There were waterfalls as we climbed more and more, and the views of mountains were peeking through the increasing clouds.







Finally, at mile 21, we reached the top of Logan Pass. Imagine! 6646 feet of elevation! By then, we were in pea soup fog at the Logan Pass Visitor's Center, and it was COLD! Plus, there's no electricity at the visitor's center, so you couldn't really warm up. A ranger was starting a fire, but by then, most of us had left for the downhill ride. It was amazing to experience such a change in weather and elevation in just a few minutes. The roads stopped being wet after the first 4 or 5 miles, and the sun came out. Eventually I could shed my fleece jacket under my rain jacket.

We could look down on glacial teal green lakes and snow-covered mountains. Just breathtaking.

At the bottom was the St. Mary's Glacier National Park Visitor Center, and since we couldn't check into our hotel (the very nicest of the trip so far), we watched two of the visitor center movies. We also stopped at the Park Cafe for pie. It's well-known, and they must have 15 or 20 different kinds of pie. We also went T-shirt shopping.

Dinner at the trailer was comfort-food pea soup, cornbread, and more of the Park Cafe pies which Linda had bought for us.

Here's the final thought for the day, thanks to John Muir:


DAY 17
July 6, 2010
From St. Mary's, MT to Cutbank, MT
64 miles

The day began with a 6-mile climb that seemed awfully steep, especially having mostly come down from the Rockies. Turned out it was an 8 to 12% grade, so no wonder! At the top of the climb, though, we could look back and see our last best view of the mountains, and look ahead to what will become a pretty consistent green, mostly level but rolling, Big Sky Montana.

With a tailwind, I caught myself easily doing 17 to 22 miles an hour! We all stretched out quite a bit, and it's a good thing to have the sag vehicle pause along the way. Sometimes, I looked around and it was just me and open land and the road. Peaceful, but still, something new to get used to.

It was cool in the early morning, but warmed up quite a bit. In
Browning a few of us stopped for coffee at a pseudo-tepee that was an espresso stand.

Cutbank is not much to write home about, but it's where we are. Very un-fancy motel with a door that sticks to get into the stuffy old lobby. Old rooms that need redoing. But when you're tired, you don't much care.

DAYS 12, 13, 14, AND 15

DAY 12, July 1, 2010 (Thursday)
Happy Birthday, Rich!
67.7 hilly miles
From Libby to Eureka, Montana


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Never imagined you could draw a biker with a keyboard, but somebody at Womantours did it. Anyway, day 12 was my least favorite of the trip. Drove out of Libby on US 2, then to SR37 for the rest of the day. Lots of false summits, coupled with Michelle’s description that it wasn’t a bad climb. Her usual knowledgeable, description fell a little short. Would you rather go into a tough climb knowing it would be tough, or with an understated description of what lay ahead? I decided I need to know more about it ahead of time to psych myself up. Before the majority of the steep stuff, we stopped at Libby Dam along the Kootennai River, after which it transformed into the dammed up Kookanusa Lake.
We followed this all day, with lots of climbs that felt unproductive in terms of gaining the elevation we need in the long run.



At the end of the day, we stayed at the Ksanka Inn/Subway/Convenience Store/gas station/ fireworks store. Lots of long faces as we came in. Good dinner, then lights out around 8:30pm.


DAY 13
July 2, 2010 (Saturday)
Erueka to Whitefish, Montana
43.8 rainy miles


When we got up for breakfast under an underhang at the motel, I was surprised to see that a lot of the women were dressed in sweats and jeans and day-off clothes. Michelle was loading bikes on top of the van. Twelve riders decided to sag to Whitefish, and curiously, they were the most experienced and fastest riders, with nothing to prove. A dozen of us, either diehards or newbies like myself thought, what the heck. Andrea (a newbie who didn’t want to ride) loaned me her rainpants, I pulled on my rain jacket, and off we went, quickly getting soaking wet. Here's a picture of me duct-taping Jane's rain gear to regain its water-proofness.





Turned out it felt like a great challenge. Had my first cattle guard crossing, which is a series of bars across the road for about three feet, each perpendicular to my bike, so you could sort of ride over them, but they’re about 5 inches apart, metal, and wet. We walked the bikes across. We biked a lot of the day on route 93, which had a shoulder, though a narrow one, and cars and trucks that went too fast. You really had to concentrate.

By the town of Olney, the weather cleared, and we turned onto Farmto Market Road, which was green fields, ranches, horses, cows – a flat land between mountains on either side of us. Just beautiful, and reminded me of Vermont. I biked with Sue and Laura for much of the day, and we seem to spend a fair amount of time together.
Here's a picture of me on Farm Market Road:

When we got to Whitefish, I had Glacier Cyclery work on my bike. It wasn’t shifting smoothly, so they trimmed the cable housing and also replaced one of the cables. (I sound like I know what I’m talking about). They also installed a new bike computer, since mine had recorded milage erratically, and was living on borrowed time. It had been snapped off the bike fork, epoxied, broken off again, fastened with zip ties, which slipped, and taped, all to no avail. While leaving the bike there, we explored Whitefish. The ski area looms over the town, and the downtown is full of Western style/décor merchandise I didn’t want or need. Saw one T-shirt I liked for $110, yet found it easy to pass up.

Stayed at a terrific, fairly new Best Western Motel, and Linda had chili and salad for us for dinner, with cheesecake for dessert.


DAY 14
July 3, 2010 (Saturday)
Happy Birthday, Mom!
Whitefish to Lake McDonald
41.2 sometimes wet, dark sky miles


We were to bike to Glacier National Park today, but the park is at mile 32 for us, and it has a regulation against bikes on the park roads between 11:00am and 4:00pm. So we walked back into the town of Whitefish to a craft fair in the park. Really a charming and livable town.

We left at noon, got rained on a bit, and met at the Alberta Visitor Center (the park is an international park with Canada) to gather everyone together, then biked along FLAT, gorgeous new pavement for 10 miles along Lake McDonald to get to Lake McDonald Lodge. What a beautiful area. Words and photos just don’t do it justice. The glacial lake is teal green, bordered by purply blue mountains, socked in by bluish grey clouds. Even in iffy weather, the place is so special.





Above is McDonald Lodge, and below are two of the massive Native American-themed chandeliers that hang from the lodge pole structural ceiling of the main lobby and in the dining room.



This is me beside one of the fleet of old-style buses that are privately chartered in the park. They've been updated, and run on propane fuel. There are also free shuttles, but these have convertible roofs, so you can look straight up at the mountains.

Below is the lake-side view of McDonald Lodge.




The Lodge is a registered National Historic Site, and inside are huge un-peeled lodge pole constructed beams. There’s a 12-foot wide fieldstone fireplace to gather around, and a comfortable balcony looking down over it, where I am now. We ate dinner in the restaurant in the lodge, with our tourgroup vouchers. I had trout.

We hang out at the lodge, but are staying in adjacent cabins and a motel, plain but nice and quiet.


DAY 15
Happy Fourth of July
NO miles today, still at Lake McDonald
Cloudy and rainy


Three of us took an hour long boat ride on the lake with about 20 or 25 people, so we could get good views of the mountains surrounding the lake, learn about the geology, and the history here. A hundred years ago there were more than 120 glaciers around here. Last year there were 27, and this year there were 25. Scientists are predicting that by 2020, there won’t be any at all. It’s the glaciers that carved all the mountains here though, so it’ll still be aptly named. Sad, though.


View of the lake from the boat dock (above)


Thought we’d take the park bus to Avalanche Lake and hike there, but it started pouring, so here I am in the lodge balcony. Someone downstairs is playing the piano: America the Beautiful, and God Bless America so far. Nice to hear on the fourth. One of our group, Vicki, bought us all patriotic temporary tattoos we’re supposed to put on our right leg. The pianist just finished playing the national anthem, and everybody applauded, followed by Happy Birthday to You, America!

I’ll remember this July 4th!