Memorial Day found us bouncing (literally) along the dusty North Fork road. We’d gathered a thousand pounds of flour-like dust on our 4Runner and dodged potholes large enough to eat full-sized Hummers. Our destination was the end of the road in Glacier National Park…Kintla Lake. Polebridge, Montana is a town of mystical status and a legend to backpackers and hikers from all across the globe. The mercantile is like a doorway into early americana, squeaky floors, freshly baked pastries, shelves lined with camping essentials and one table. We stopped to get gas and ended up buying a cinnamon-pecan butterhorn roll which was still warm from the oven. After buying our season pass at the entrance to Glacier Park, we drove north, reminded by the park ranger that the road was ‘a little rough’. Gawd! That was an understatement. The North Fork road was an interstate compared to the Kintla road…but the grandeur of the landscape made it all worth it.
