It’s 6:10 Tuesday evening and we’re leaving Cut Bank, MT and continuing our climb to the mountains.
Which is not to say we’re in the mountains, cause we ain’t.
You know I could have taken one prairie picture and it would have referenced the whole day. I should make a movie for these people: the Prairie People. I don’t know what it would be about, but there would be a lot of grass.
Zonked out in the seat across the aisle is a rodeo cowboy older than I am who boarded this morning. Come to find out he was just released from the hospital with broken ribs, bruises everywhere and no pain meds. I’ve been getting food for him and offering him some relief from my dop kit. He’ll be asleep a couple hours. He missed the steer and lost the job. He’s going to Portland to look for work because “it sounds nice.”
Glacier National Park ahead. It’s 6:30. We might get there before sundown.
This android camera isn’t getting a good shot. The mountains are completely covered in snow. Quite spectacular.
It’s clouded over, and we’re going into dark. We were able to see all the park from the train. Gorgeous. Hadn’t been here since my family hiked Grennel glacier when I was a kid.
Tonight will be a sliver of Idaho, a long stop in Spokane to break the train into two sections, and then eastern Washington state as we roll to the Columbia River Gorge.
Goodnight.from Whitefish, MT. 9:10pm.