But I also liked how "correcting" the sun problem reveals that we are literally up in the clouds.
And here's Mom's take on the same scene.
A few hundred yards down the road, we finally hit 4th of July traffic jams in the Park--or so we thought. But actually, it was just a little traffic jam caused by some mountain goats who weren't camera-shy.
Could they pick a more dramatic backdrop?
It was shedding season, so they had bizarrely patchy coats.
The little ones were adorable anyway!
I could not have asked for a more cooperative subject in this guy.
Steve's wife ZsuZsa describes them as "union goats," since they work reliably from 9 to 5 every day.
If Mom had had a video camera, you'd see this guy digging in the dirt to get comfy.
The first of many "weeping walls"--some were so close they wept right onto road, and at one bend in the road, several SUVs had pulled under the shower for a carwash.
The St Mary River, source of the Lake we saw earlier.
This doe was not shy--she just watched us as Mom pulled onto the shoulder so I could take this picture of her standing ten feet away.
Shortly before reaching the Trail of the Cedars, we had to make a stop to celebrate the incredible hue of this stream.
Our last stop in Glacier was at Lake McDonald. This is looking northeast.
Looking southwest.
When Lake McDonald Lodge first opened in the early 1900s, visitors arrived by train and then took a ferry across the lake and arrived at this grand lakeside entrance. When Going-to-the-Sun Road was built a few decades later and people traveled in by car, the front door became the back door.