On day three of the trip, we woke up wondering what had happened to our young and strong 30-year-old-ish bodies. They didn’t feel quite that young and strong anymore. No matter, there were trails to hike, mountains to climb, glaciers to explore, and I wasn’t about to let cramping muscles stop us. Jack didn’t have a choice in the matter. So upward we went, again, this time on a 10-mile round-trip trail up to what must be the most beautiful lake in the lower-48 States: Iceberg Lake.
Before arriving at the trailhead for the day, this was the Lake Sherburne scene that greeted us on our entrance into the Many Glacier region.
Like the Grinnell Glacier trail, the route up to Iceberg Lake included a significant elevation gain. It felt a whole lot harder than the day before.
Unlike the Grinnell Glacier trail, however, the trail up to Iceberg Lake didn’t have the same diversity of terrain and views along the way, but the scene at the end made up for that lack.
Iceberg Lake, in all its glory.
A man of some European variety (simple deduction, folks) throwing an iceberg chunk into the lake.
Some people were crazy enough to swim out to a floating berg, Jack was brave enough to stand in the water for a few seconds, and I was happy to take pictures from the warmth of the rocks on the shore.
You decide who’s the smartest of the three.
Jack’s eyes are the same colour as the water. Some people are just lucky.
The following day we drove over the Going-to-the-Sun Road from East to West Glacier. I may or may not have taken this photo while driving on the narrow road with a 1,000’ drop-off on the edge. Ahem.
And this one…
The mountains were gorgeous, too!
The water in the rivers at the base of the mountains was as bright and blue and beautiful as it was at the tops. Glacier National Park definitely has the cleanest water of any National Park I’ve yet seen in my travels. If only it wasn’t so cold!
Our time in Glacier was short lived, but I’m glad we included it in the trip. Next up, Yellowstone and the Coolest Small Town in America!