Glacier

At the tail end of the summer of 2016, I found myself roaming around Montana, traveling down all the backroads and old highways I could find. My goal was to see and experience as many towns and scenery as I possibly could—and believe me, the goal was more than definitely met. However, as my roaming began to come to an end, I was on my way back to Oregon when I hit Butte and decided that I didn't actually want to head home just yet. What I really wanted to do instead, was head up to Glacier National Park and see what all the fuss is about. Everyone I had ever talked to that had visited the park kept telling me how great and absolutely breathtaking it was, and I decided that I just had to see for myself. However, I had made arrangements to visit the park with a friend, so after a quick dip down into Idaho to grab my passenger, we turned around and headed back up north. Several hours later, we finally reached West Glacier, and as we wound our way through the mountains and around the lakes, while trying to avoid as many tourists as possible, we found ourselves absolutely and completely captivated by everything that was laid out before our eyes. Words can't even really begin to describe the experience. Sadly though, after hours and hours of traveling through some of the greatest scenery we had ever experienced, we had arrived at what we had been dreading the whole time: the end of the park. The moments I captured throughout the trip are a tribute to phenomenal company, absolutely incredible experiences, and the passion and need to continue to explore this most beautiful world.