Glacier National Park, Montana

There is something about this place that makes me want to break into a stirring rendition of ‘The Hills are Alive’  even though I really hated that movie. I know it’s an anti-American sentiment, but I wanted to slap every last one of them. But I digress.

You know you want to break into song

Montana is Big Sky Country. I’m not sure what that means since all states have big sky over them. However, when I stepped off the plane, a part of me immediately conjured up fantasies of living in some ranch house with huge acreage while admiring handsome men who bring home trout. This is part of my Legends of the Fall fantasy. I know, Brad Pitt was eaten by a bear at the end (more on this later) and everyone he loved died, but the scenery probably made all that misery worthwhile, at least during the summer when the air is not so cold as to freeze your lungs.

Some scenery:

Brad Pitt probably fished here

When you enter the actual park, they hand you a brochure with a bear on the front that warns you that bears are dangerous. I know Troy brought me here to feed me to the bears for nagging. So far, though, we have seen no bears. This is somewhat disappointing. I wanted to ask the park ranger what time the bears would show up but Troy wouldn’t let me. So far, my wildlife count includes squirrels, deer and mountain goats. I love the baby mountain goats.

Baby mountain goat posing for me

I also was hoping to see golden eagles. Troy saw them when he hiked earlier today, but then he told me the rangers said golden eagles eat baby goats.