It is home to the highest density of grizzly bears in the lower 48 states, as well as being home to black bears, elk, mountain goats, bighorn sheep, moose, eagles, osprey, and my personal favorites, two species of marmot, the yellow belly marmot and the hoary marmot.
Created in 1910, Glacier National Park was named not for the few glaciers that still clung to many of its upper reaches, but for the glaciers that carved this incredible landscape. These glaciers were at their thickest around 20,000 years ago at the peak of the last ice age. As of 2015, only 26 glaciers remained in the park. But today, many of those no longer meet the criteria to be considered a glacier (0.1 km2). Perhaps as few as 18 remain, and these too will melt away some day soon. But, the legacy left behind by these great glaciers can be seen in crystal clarity by gazing upon the sheer granite mountain sides or into the deep glacial lakes that were carved by the gargantuan sheets of ice.
This year, Backcountry Journeys led four consecutive groups into this remarkable landscape to explore its beauty through a camera lens, in search of unforgettable scenery and the many species of wildlife that call this region home. I had the great pleasure of leading the first two groups with co-guide and scholarly gentleman, Michael Wichman. For this article, I will be relaying to you the experience of our first group of ten nature enthusiasts and photographers.
This week’s journey would not be without challenges, primarily relating to the conditions we were forced to contend with, the foremost of which being the wildlife smoke that hung thickly in the park’s valleys. The fires were burning to the west, primarily in Idaho and Oregon, but eastward blowing winds and forced the smoke into the national park, obscuring much of the landscape. There were days during which the smoke would dissipate due to wind or precipitation, and there were days that it was quite thick. But, we worked hard to time our destinations to coincide with the best possible conditions. We would be rewarded with some prime opportunities despite the smoke.
Our trip began in the town of Whitefish, Montana, from which we set out the first morning. Our first stop would be in West Glacier to photograph sunrise on the shores of Lake McDonald. The smoke was indeed thick this day, but it added a lot to the scene, giving it a warm glow, as well as diffusing the sun once it rose above the eastward peaks, giving it the look a glowing orange ball.
From there, we headed east over Going-to-the-Sun-Road. Few places leave the jaw agape as often as Going to the Sun Road, a vertigo-inducing two lane road that clings to the mountain sides as it snakes its way up and over Logan’s Pass and into the east side of the park. That evening, due to thick smoke, we went on a game drive through the east side of the park where we encountered what would be the first of many, many bear sightings. I’d heard talk online and amongst the rangers of changes in animal movement and behavior since the pandemic, as much of the park was shut down throughout last year. And perhaps the absence of a strong human presence throughout last year had contributed to this, but throughout the week, we would see more bears than I had ever seen in the park, a pattern that continued throughout the following weeks as well.
The following morning we photographed sunrise from the shores of St. Mary Lake, then took a guided boat ride past Wild Goose Island and to see one of the park’s many waterfalls. And that evening, we photographed sunset at Big Bend, a classic location for sunsets featuring wildflowers in the foreground and the peaks around Logan’s Pass in the background.