So. As y’all know from Day One’s post, when Hillstock began, we put our nearest and dearest and newest and oldest to work, oiling our house. And they did an excellent job. So good that when they were finished, we rewarded them with a float down the St. Mary’s River that nearly ended in hypothermia.
Clearly, Day 2 needed to be mo’ betta. Luckily, Brother Dear and I had scheduled Day 2 as the Memorial Hike Day – we like to take our nearest and dearest and newest and oldest on an epic hike each year, in honor of Howard’s life, the last part of which was spent eating up Glacier National Park’s many fabulous miles and phenomenal peaks. Our test each year: to pick a hike challenging enough for Howard’s approval, but not so challenging we actually kill our Hillstockers. We’ve chosen better some years than others, but we’re never going to make everyone happy. Hiking with 30+ can never make everyone happy. Or maybe anyone, I don’t know – you’d have to ask the Hillstockers! However, judging from the number who return each year, we must be doing something right.
This year’s hike, much discussed and agonized over: Avalanche Ridge. No, you probably haven’t heard of it. What trail there is ends several miles before one arrives at Avalanche Ridge, a place so shockingly unusual that the venerable Gordon Edwards describes it in the Climber’s Guide to Glacier in one word: “SURPRISE!” It overlooks Floral Park, Avalanche Lake, Sperry Glacier, and Comeau Pass, among other natural wonders. And it starts off innocuously enough, from Logan Pass, the one place in the park that nearly every touron deems worthy for exiting their rental car. A wide boardwalk trail leaves from Logan Pass, and after a mile or so, one arrives at a lovely deck overlooking Hidden Lake and Bearhat Mountain:
Ah. Early summer morning in Glacier. A little smoky from the fires in British Columbia, but my heart sang arias as we descended the trail to Hidden Lake, forded the creek, and began the jaunt to Avalanche Ridge.
The journey involves some effort. Here, Mike and Alissa are giving it their all. I love them. And they are U FLORIDA folks. That should tell y’all something. Go Dawgs!
The journey also involves coordination, such as that displayed by Pseudo Sister, as she attempted to rescue a water bottle dropped by a fellow Hillstocker on a rather steep incline en route to Avalanche Ridge.
The journey involves lung capacity, and hamstrings. Mine were both being stretched, here.
But the journey is well worth it. Here, Mags and Brother Dear celebrate their ascent! I know Howard was pleased.
Surprise! And this is just a teasing glimpse of the world beyond Avalanche Ridge. I’m not posting any more pictures. You’ll deserve to see them if you make it here!
It was rather windy up on the Ridge, and we didn’t linger long. This darling goat awaited us on the scramble down. I love mountain goats.
We gave Chase the gold star for effort on Saturday – he smiled ascending and descending Avalanche Ridge, even when he wanted to curse us. Kirk received the same gold star for his tube-blowing-up-efforts-without-whining on the previous day’s flirtation with hypothermia.
Honeydew posing on the way home, Mt. Reynolds in the background. In 2007, the Memorial Hike was actually a climb of Mt. Reynolds. On that memorable day, we learned some valuable lessons about taking 40+ people mountain climbing. As in, we will never do so again.
Here, the Hillstockers bunch up on the way down. They are all precious to us. As we gathered together and counted heads, we paused and had a short memorial service for Howard, Chris Street, and others we’ve loved and lost too soon. I thought our time together was how a memorial service should be: awkward and sincere and warm and watery and open ended. After all, we never fully close the door on grief and mourning. But as time goes on, we learn how to keep that door shut for days, and eventually, months on end. And it is a door that, for me, needs to be opened occasionally – I must air my memories, lest they become moldy and moth ridden. And that would not do, for neither Howard nor Chris were anything but vibrant, especially in the mountains.
On the way home, more mountain goats bade us safe travels and good memories.
As did a herd of Bighorn sheep.
And my beloved former boss, Evonne – to my delight, we ran into her on the trail! Evonne is top notch.
Finally, the cluster I was with arrived at the Logan Pass Visitor’s Center. And what to our wondering eyes did appear but 3/4 of our group, taking up 2/3 of 1 important lane of the Logan Pass parking lot. Do you see them, right of center?
Here’s a closeup view. They appear to be celebrating the end of the Memorial Hike in style!
And after we had all arrived, we got a little visit from two park rangers. They were apparently curious about us and our obviously stylish parking lot celebration.
“What kind of group are y’all?”
This question, which was not actually asked with a Southern accent, was met with brief silence by our pack of 30.
“Uhhhh.”
“We know each from law school – from Babb – from Charleston, South Carolina – from Missoula – from yoga class – from the University of Georgia – from Martinsville, Virginia – from Washington & Lee University – from Montana bar review – from Whitefish – from rehab.” That last one was just a joke, but it may or may not have caused the park rangers to ask my lovely friend Amy, pictured far right, for her ID. She may or may not have been drinking Freixenet champagne in the parking lot, which is completely legal and clearly medicinal at the end of a long hike, but suspicious when your face is so beautiful you do not appear to be over 21 years of age. I don’t think the park rangers were as amused by us as we were by them. Howard would have been tickled beyond reason.
Here are some of our Hillstockers, hiking for Howard. Thanks so much to each of you for hiking with us, and for honoring our brother, Howard.
Back row, left to right: Stephanie, Honeydew, me, Brianne, Anthony, Hank, PK, Jen, Jeff Street, Judah, Jason, Kirk, Mike.
Front row, left to right: Amy E, Mary Lyons, JC, Richard, Brother Dear, Pseudo Sister, Kelly, Magalie, Alissa.
Not pictured: Mom, Dad, Neil, Chase, Frank, Michy.
2010. Glacier County Honey Co. Some photo credits to Brother Dear. All Rights Reserved.