Hesitate to post anything because basically it's the same stuff everyone does; especially for a first trip.
Day One: Were lucky enough to get a direct flight into Kalispell from Chicago. Small plane, 66 passengers. Picked up a car and quickly stopped at the Army/Navy Surplus store for bearspray. Thank you, list, saved fifteen bucks a can. Crossed the street and picked up some coffee from the excellent, friendly Montana Coffee Traders store. Detoured 50 yards off the road to Belton Chalet for a late lunch. Recommend the Buffalo meatloaf sandwich, wrapped in bacon and served cold. Washed it down with the first of many Moose Drool Brown Ales I had this vacation.
As I posted before, my wife Liz has a problem with heights so she spent the next hour staring at my right ear as we traversed the Going-to-the-Sun Road. Stopped to photograph some goats near Logan Pass with our new Canon S3 IS. Thank you for the recommendation, Rose! Eventually checked into the Great Bear Lodge in St. Mary.
Day Two: Drove 30 seconds to Park Cafe for breakfast, then off to the park visitors center to catch the hiking shuttle. Ranger felt a ledge on the Siyeh Pass hike might cause Liz some problems but urged us to at least hike up to that point. Glad we did, hot and windy but a beautiful hike. We got past the ledge and did the whole 10.3 miles down to Sunrift Gorge.
Took the list's advice and hit Two Sisters for dinner and instant seating. The fresh catch whitefish was excellent. It was, however, a good 80+ degrees in there.
Day Three: Park Cafe was overflowing, went back to the hotel for breakfast and had a nice chat with our waitress, a political science major from Texas. Drove to Many Glacier. All the major hikes were still shut down so we did the easy Grinnell Lake trip and spent an hour cooling off afterwards at the Many Glacier Hotel bar. Did dinner at Two Sisters again and had no trouble finding a seat; possibly because it was around 90 degrees inside this time.
Day Four: Checked out of the hotel and took a side trip to Waterton. As Dave Parker assured me, there was no problem crossing the border with our bearspray. Saw our first bear as we were approaching the park entrance. For years, I have been showing my wife Liz dramatic pictures of the Prince of Wales Hotel to lukewarm responses. "Yeah, that's nice", or "It's okay, doesn't blow me away". She was pretty quiet as we walked around the hotel. On the way out of town, she made me pull over and shoot some pictures of it from the distance. Told me the hotel looked so beautiful perched over that bluff that she had almost started crying. We had lunch over at Kilmorney Lodge while in Waterton. Really good food. Waitress told us she had been a half hour late for work earlier that week because a herd of cattle marched through town and stopped traffic. On the way back to the border, we snapped pictures of a nasty forest fire. A U.S. border guard who looked like Ricky Schroder made us take our eyeglasses off and gave us a pretty good eyeball to eyeball grilling before he let us cross. But if that's what it takes for homeland security, I'm fine with it. Drove down to Essex and checked into the Izaak Walton Inn. Stayed in the orange caboose. Had a good dinner at the Inn.
Day Five: Bad thing about the Inn is that it took us 45 minutes to get to the trailheads in Two Medicine. Hiked Cobalt Lake. Actually the highlight was not the lake but the wildflowers along the way. One stretch was so perfect that a professional designer couldn't have matched it. On the way back, something came crashing through the underbrush and crossed the trail. Only time we had to pull our bearspray and it generated a trail argument with Liz shouting "You mean this stuff only lasts six seconds?".
She thought she had 20 minutes worth of six second shots! On the way back through East Glacier, I noticed her staring at a shop selling handcrafted wooden spoons. Knew it was only a matter of time before we wound up in there.
Day Six: Drove back to Two Medicine and did Scenic Point. Liz got a bit spooked and stopped near the top; where we had lunch while a pot bellied marmot lurked nearby. Hit the spoon shop on the way back where an older gentleman described in great detail how a wooden spoon comes to be; then led us to his wife's spoon collection, attached to the ceiling. It included a spoon from the Flintstones movie and one from the Bonanza TV series. Yup, we wound up buying a spoon. And a tiny painting from the Western art gallery next door. Sweet, old lady owned and ran the place and was celebrating 30 years in the business. We got a complimentary commemorative pen.
Day Seven: Sat around on our caboose deck; sipping wine and writing postcards. And waving at the trains passing by, because that's what you do at the Izaak Walton Inn. Know that all over the park people are snapping pictures of waterfalls, mountains, lakes, and wildlife. At the Inn, they are "training" their binoculars and cameras on grafitti-ed up boxcars and locomotives. But a charming place. As Liz told me, "If you had taken me here when I was in my 20's, I'd be squirming. Now I kind of "get it" and appreciate it.".
So that's it. Want to thank everybody for their advice and suggestions. Almost had as much fun planning this vacation as I did actually taking it.
Mick Zaklan