But step out on the trail and Montana comes full force flooding into consciousness. Fresh.
|Bond Lake in the Swan Range of northwestern Montana|
|Above Trinkus Lake|
|Closer to sky.|
Strong legs carry me forward. Where they get their power, I never know.
I feel the heat in the form of light nausea at the pit of my stomach. How far is the next lake? Two miles in this heat seems endlessly far and I recheck my water supply to see if there is enough to spare to soak a bandana for my neck. Then up ahead, an unexpect gift.
|How is there still snow in July? In this heat?|
|Rocks cradle water|
|Rock spines slice through Crevice Lake|
|Epic ridgewalking along spines of mountains, views stretching east and west|
The scent up here… not overly sweet, just… right. The Swan Range smells like the fitting end of a long beloved book- deliciously complex, satisfying, provoking. I love this smell, I think.
|Time to make camp|
|Pinks start to appear|
|Nearly there orange|
|Breathing it in.|
Bond Creek Trail
Alpine Trail #7