Day 14
After packing up, we hit the road again for the push on up into Glacier. On the way there we spotted a nice cruiser, and scared the pants off my dad by sending him this shot.
We saw billboards along the way for huckleberry pies, and with a storefront decorated like this, we could not refuse.
Upon exiting I spotted this awesome fj55 (I used to have one...it got stolen). It was at the mechanics shop, and he informed us that some lady has this as her daily driver. Apparently she has a new car, but prefers the Iron Pig. (rad)
First stop in the park was Bowman Lake. It was a pretty alpine lake, but we didn't stay long, we needed to find a campsite. We ended up at Quartz Creek and had it to ourselves. After setting up, the fly rod came out, and I caught six little cutthroats right by the tent.
I talked Mrs. 40tude into doing a little mountaineering (not so much) in order to get us down to the much bigger Flathead River.
The fishing started slow, until I found a nice little run. I couldn't cast without hooking up, and then I offered the rod to Mrs. 40tude (I had been trying unsuccessfully to get her into fly fishing the whole trip). Finally got one!
For the rest of the evening we were fighting over the fly rod. I had only brought the one down to the river. Trading off turns we were able to total about 75 cutthroats that evening. It was an awesome night, and I am so glad those fly shop guys were dead wrong.