As the sun began to set on our third day in the backcountry, I sought to capture the essence of Glacier. It was one of those evenings where the warm soft light permeated the landscape. The water quietly flowed a pure bluish green, and subtle nuances of color were glowing in the slowly eroding rock. At first, this bridge merely signified one of a few footbridges we encountered. But it was also a direction in to the backcountry that ultimately leads to two trails, one to a closed tunnel, and the other to a seemingly treacherous snow covered pass. In the morning, it would become a passage to my first glimpse of the high country of Glacier National Park, on the clearest day I could possibly imagine. We opted to trek as far as we could to the tunnel… There was snow and the last mile or so was quite precarious, but if I’ve learned anything… The most valued journeys almost always requires risk.
"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step."Lao-tzu
