Occasionally, you just forget to stop and smell the roses. And in NW Montana, that's a crying shame. Fortunate enough to live just seven miles away from Glacier National Park, I feast on these delights on a daily basis, regretfully at times, with eyes wide shut. So when a rare summer day in springtime hit NW Montana, it was time to grab the camera and reacquaint myself, with the place I'm fortunate enough to call home.
The following images were taken along a single seven mile stretch of road.
Peaks still covered in snow stand in stark contrast to the brilliant blue sky.
The Middle Fork of the Flathead River usually blue in color, is a fast-flowing green during the spring melt.
The play of sunlight on the river makes the water look like boiling oil.
The seventh mile and arrival at the entrance to the park.
What lies beyond the seventh mile becomes increasingly more beautiful, the further one advances.
This rugged section of the northern Rockies boasts mountain goats (who occasionally appear in the bathrooms at Logan Pass), wolves, mountain lions, black bears and their much fiercer cousin, the grizzly bear. Fortunately we avoided those, but a young friendly doe did stop to say hello.