September 17th was our second day at Glacier National Park. We decided to drive the Going-to-the-Sun Road again, as far as Logan Pass. This was partly because we wanted to see that portion of the road in the morning light since the afternoon light of the previous day hadn't been ideal for photography, but it was also because we wanted to hike the trail to Hidden Lake, which began just behind the Visitor Center at Logan Pass.
I meant to include the above photo in the previous post, because that's when it was taken, but I somehow missed it in that post. We had driven down North McDonald Road, and the dust raised by a passing car combined with the sun shining through the trees to make an enchanting picture.
Above is one of the Red Buses that are available to provide tours of Glacier National Park for those who would prefer to enjoy the scenery without the distraction of paying attention to their driving. These buses have been serving Park visitors since 1936. The buses of today are basically the same buses, having been completely renovated and restored. The drivers of these buses are called "Jammers" by the locals, a name which carries over from the days when the buses had manual transmissions and the drivers could be heard "jamming" the gears as they drove the steep and winding Going-to-the-Sun Road.
Clemments Mountain at Logan Pass
Along the trail to Hidden Lake
Mountain goat seen near the trail to Hidden Lake
Trail to Hidden Lake (looking back from whence we came)
A panoramic view of Hidden Lake
The hike to the Hidden Lake overlook is 1.5 miles (2.4 km). The uphill grade is gentle, but the elevation of nearly 7,000 feet (2,134 m) makes it difficult for those who aren't used to it. And, since I live at an elevation of approximately 750 feet, I was struggling for breath much of the way.
After we had reached the overlook and taken our fill of photos, we turned to start the hike back down. A young woman, probably in her thirties, was just arriving at the overlook. She looked kindly at me and said, "You did well."
Until I let my hair return to its natural gray color, no one ever complimented me for a successful hike .
We saw this Hoary Marmot on our way back down from Hidden Lake. It looks as if he's been successfuly "porking up" for a long winter hibernation.