It's that spectacular. It's absolutely breathtaking for hours and hours. I've heard people talk about becoming overwhelmed with the Louver. At a certain point you're maxed out and can't absorb any more art. Later in the day, I was cold, and hungry, and sorta done absorbing the beauty. Don't get me wrong. I was still mumbling to myself about feeling so small and insignificant in such an awe-inducing environment, but I was ready for camp.
Alright already. Yeah. Glaciers right here next to the road. Too bad I couldn't capture the blue glow the ice takes on...
Late that afternoon I finally arrived at a campground and the rangers tell me that they're advising tent campers to camp at one of the other camps because they've had bear problems the past few nights. And last night they had three bears visit the camp. If I am to stay, I need to stash my food and toiletries in the bathroom during the night. Okay. Fine. Cool. Where can I lay down?
And what's up with these scratches on the trees around my tent? Hmm... That's a lot of scratches on these trees. Four parallel scratches and all of this about seven to eight feet from the ground. Peculiar... I supposed I'll run this stuff over to the restroom THEN I'll lay down.
