Going-to-the-Sun Road
I went on an awesome backpacking trip in Glacier in 2002 with my sister Holl's family and pops, and one of my most clear memories of that trip was how remarkably colorful the rocks were along the trail. Nerdy, I know. But I was so happy upon returning to find that reality matched my memory. The entire park is spectacular, but it's rare to find a trail that is itself so beautiful.
Pointy Peaks and Painted Rocks
Alpine Flora
Rays Over Paradise
King of the Mountain
The bottom portion of the trail meanders through huge stands of tall, partially burnt pines, and the forest floor is carpeted with the next generation of life. I thought this was such a beautiful contrast, and there's probably a metaphor in there somewhere.
Out With The Old, In With The New
Color Stream Through The Burnt District
Funny how just the memories of being in such a beautiful place can still lift your soul.