To follow the Mokowanis River is to delve deeply into a sense of wild self.  Glacier Park stands like nothing else of its kind.  The rivers are dancing among the cliff faces and Aretes ever so rhythmically.  The technicality of the duet between these friends is a work of art only God could execute.  The silence here is piercing…

The aretes around me are standing in such confidence.  Mount Cleveland is claiming the leadership role.  Setting the stoic example for its kin….. The lower mountains. 

We walked the side of Stoney Indian Peaks…  The ridge our feet were blessed to be on was so sheer that our balance could feel the strain.  Cleveland’s summit stands tall yet humble.  Watching sentinel over its mountainous border.  The ridge here plays the harmony of my heart.  The jagged aretes I see around me standing together like an army…. Willing to go to war for its neighbor.  The cold, blueish tones of light dancing over these mountains are one of my favorite mountainous art pieces.  It reminds me that no matter what mountain I climb, they were all created by my God.  After the pilgrimage up and down Mount Cleveland, we refreshed our water supply in Stoney Indian Lake.  The cliffs once more tower above and around us.  Holding us fast to our experience here!

Our walk continued into and through the wild of Glacier Park.  Strolling well into midnight to our temporary home at Fifty Mountain Camp.  One turn directed us towards Goat Haunt and the other towards Granite Mountain Chalet.  Our dinner fell after midnight…  The world felt asleep though much of it was awake to tell us of its lessons and creator.   Once awoke, it was obvious that we were now experiencing an entirely new side of Glacier.  The trees were spares, and the land felt sheltered yet vulnerable.  The morning was gentle, grasping those here with a rejuvenating song of silence and after resting here… The Highline Trail would lead back to the TrailHead.

-Sky