distress. She climbed up the precarious field of loose rocks and pried and pawed at the rocks but couldn’t get the large ones to budge. As darkness began to fall, the mother moose found shelter nearby with her remaining calf
.
The Parkers rose from the sand and walked to a nearby footpath. They took the trail toward Rocky Point, a small, rocky peninsula of land jutting out into the lake.
After a few minutes, the family reached their destination. They circled the point, gazing at the shoreline and the views.
James heard something move in the forest. “What’s that?”
They all peered into the trees, trying to decipher what it was.
“I don’t see anything,” Mom said.
Morgan heard the noise again. “There it is!”
The Parkers watched a ground squirrel dash across the forest floor and hop onto a tree trunk. The squirrel quickly scampered up the tree.
Dad gazed at the path toward camp. “You know, all that talk on our drive here has given us bearitis. Come on, let’s head back,” he said. “It’s getting dark.”
3
The next day, the Parkers packed up and drove north on a remote highway. The alternating paved and dirt road led them to the hamlet of Polebridge, just outside the northwest entrance to Glacier. Mom pulled the car up to a general store.
Dad got out and looked at the unusual little village. “I feel like we’re in an outpost in Alaska somewhere,” he said.
“Shall we check out the store?” Mom asked.
The family walked inside. The small store had groceries, souvenirs, and camping supplies. Morgan and James immediately noticed all the baked goods. They glanced at their parents, asking without saying a word.
“Don’t worry,” Dad mentioned. “I got hungry the moment I saw all those too.”
The Parkers picked out some muffins and scones and sat down at a table.
After a night spent nearby the scene of the avalanche, the mother moose returned to her buried calf. She managed to flip a few additional rocks over. A partially mangled leg stuck up. The mother tried to dig some more while her other calf watched from a short distance away. The cow let out a final call of distress before climbing down to her remaining offspring. The two moose walked together toward the marshy pond that was their home
.
After enjoying their afternoon treat and walking around Polebridge, the Parkers returned to their car. They reentered Glacier at the entrance station just outside of town. Dad maneuvered the car along a rough gravel road. “It’s definitely not a freeway out here,” he commented. “I bet very few people come to this part of the park.”
“But I’m glad we did!” Morgan exclaimed. “It’s neat going to seldom-seen places.”
Finally they reached the end of the road at Bowman Lake. Dad circled the small campground until the family found a spot they liked.
The Parkers paid for the site and set up their tent. Mom and Dad unhitched the kayak from the roof of the car. They hauled the boat toward the water’s edge and plopped the craft down on the beach.
The family gazed at a long lake framed by deep forests and pinnacled mountains. “Wow,” Dad exclaimed. “Now this is wilderness!”
The wolf stood up, stretched out, and licked his wound again. Then he gingerly hopped around in a small circle, carefully testing his weight on the injured leg. He immediately yelped and whined and lifted it again. Eventually the wolf limped back over to his makeshift den. He lay down and continued to clean the wound before resting his head on his paws
.
Morgan and Dad took the kayak out first. They paddled away from the shore. Morgan noticed how long the lake was. “It goes on forever,” she said to her father.
“It’s like a fjord,” Dad said.
“What’s that?” Morgan asked.
“Fjords are long, fingerlike bodies of water carved by glaciers,” Dad explained. “Only they’re connected to oceans. These lakes in Glacier were also carved by rivers of ice, but freshwater filled
.
The Parkers rose from the sand and walked to a nearby footpath. They took the trail toward Rocky Point, a small, rocky peninsula of land jutting out into the lake.
After a few minutes, the family reached their destination. They circled the point, gazing at the shoreline and the views.
James heard something move in the forest. “What’s that?”
They all peered into the trees, trying to decipher what it was.
“I don’t see anything,” Mom said.
Morgan heard the noise again. “There it is!”
The Parkers watched a ground squirrel dash across the forest floor and hop onto a tree trunk. The squirrel quickly scampered up the tree.
Dad gazed at the path toward camp. “You know, all that talk on our drive here has given us bearitis. Come on, let’s head back,” he said. “It’s getting dark.”
3
The next day, the Parkers packed up and drove north on a remote highway. The alternating paved and dirt road led them to the hamlet of Polebridge, just outside the northwest entrance to Glacier. Mom pulled the car up to a general store.
Dad got out and looked at the unusual little village. “I feel like we’re in an outpost in Alaska somewhere,” he said.
“Shall we check out the store?” Mom asked.
The family walked inside. The small store had groceries, souvenirs, and camping supplies. Morgan and James immediately noticed all the baked goods. They glanced at their parents, asking without saying a word.
“Don’t worry,” Dad mentioned. “I got hungry the moment I saw all those too.”
The Parkers picked out some muffins and scones and sat down at a table.
After a night spent nearby the scene of the avalanche, the mother moose returned to her buried calf. She managed to flip a few additional rocks over. A partially mangled leg stuck up. The mother tried to dig some more while her other calf watched from a short distance away. The cow let out a final call of distress before climbing down to her remaining offspring. The two moose walked together toward the marshy pond that was their home
.
After enjoying their afternoon treat and walking around Polebridge, the Parkers returned to their car. They reentered Glacier at the entrance station just outside of town. Dad maneuvered the car along a rough gravel road. “It’s definitely not a freeway out here,” he commented. “I bet very few people come to this part of the park.”
“But I’m glad we did!” Morgan exclaimed. “It’s neat going to seldom-seen places.”
Finally they reached the end of the road at Bowman Lake. Dad circled the small campground until the family found a spot they liked.
The Parkers paid for the site and set up their tent. Mom and Dad unhitched the kayak from the roof of the car. They hauled the boat toward the water’s edge and plopped the craft down on the beach.
The family gazed at a long lake framed by deep forests and pinnacled mountains. “Wow,” Dad exclaimed. “Now this is wilderness!”
The wolf stood up, stretched out, and licked his wound again. Then he gingerly hopped around in a small circle, carefully testing his weight on the injured leg. He immediately yelped and whined and lifted it again. Eventually the wolf limped back over to his makeshift den. He lay down and continued to clean the wound before resting his head on his paws
.
Morgan and Dad took the kayak out first. They paddled away from the shore. Morgan noticed how long the lake was. “It goes on forever,” she said to her father.
“It’s like a fjord,” Dad said.
“What’s that?” Morgan asked.
“Fjords are long, fingerlike bodies of water carved by glaciers,” Dad explained. “Only they’re connected to oceans. These lakes in Glacier were also carved by rivers of ice, but freshwater filled
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