The journey to Helena
Today I was desperate to get to Glacier! The sun was peeking through the clouds and it would be a great day to take pictures.
But alas! My journey was thwarted. A rockslide had deposited a boulder on the road through Logan Pass, and the route was closed. Argh!
Ok… Plan B. I looped back down to Route 2 and headed east, toward Browning, in the heart of the Blackfeet Indian Reservation.
The snow began to fall as I descended from the mountains to the great plains that extend, literally, all the way to the edge of the earth.
I had to jump out of the car to let the flakes land on me… I LOVE snow!
I made it to Browning and was not too enthusiastic about stopping there.
I set my sights for Helena. I’d crossed about 100 miles to Browning, and had about 200 more to Helena… It would be a haul.
For at least 150 miles, the scenery was the same. Gentle rolling hills of golden grasses extending as far as the eye could see. Far of to the west I cold see the mountains. I prayed Helena would be closer to them.
Indeed it is. Helena, the state capital is very inviting. Nestled right at the base of beautiful Mt. Helena and between the arms of the Rockies, this town is a haven for outdoors types.
I’ve fallen in love with Helena. I could move here…
Bill