Treetops Keep Falling on my Head

Ranger: "if it gets windy out there make sure you leave immediately."

In 2003, a fire torched 13% of the park, leaving brittle trees coupled with endless debris. We happened to hike through the spot where they posted the information about the disaster. For the second time at glacier national, the fear of grizzly bears was trumped, this time by the eeriness of creaking, swaying trees.

 

   Wolf: "Would you consider this wind?"

Peter: "Yes."

Peter removed his straw hat to ensure he could see the swaying treetops. As the winds turned into gusts, the creaks turned to cracks and our excitement turned to fear. We were happy to see that we were only .1 miles away from the rocky point.

On consecutive days, our pace quickened to get back to Sally.

Almost disappointed missing the opportunity of dodging falling tree, we sat on the bridge at the beginning of the hike and cracked a beer.

As Peter passed me the beer, an unsettling feeling came over me as a family of seven passed us, en route to Rocky Point.

We hopped in Black Sally with smiles on our faces as Glacier had spared us for a second day.

"Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head"