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It was July 2010 that I rode through Glacier National Park, Montana, where Going-to-the-Sun Road serves as the primary thoroughfare. It's 53 miles of two-lane twisties, but a very narrow two-lane road at that. As you make your way up to Logan Pass, the roads gets tore up, wet with melting snow pack (in the middle of Summer), and fauna crossing your path.
Views of snow capped mountain peaks, pristine lakes, and deep blue skies awaits you at every curve. For a rider like me, who'd rather ride at a faster pace, I didn't feel like doing so here. The landscape takes your breath away, as well as your attention, that you have to slow down to keep from riding off the ledge.
Entering from the town of Kalispell, MT and exiting from the Park's eastern edge, I hadn't known what to expect, but I could feel the anticipation of something spiritual. It's almost if I was scheduled to meet my creator, not as if to die, but as a special guest to witness the grandeur of the Continental Divide.
Going-to-the-Sun Road was named for the mountain of the same name. It's said that the native Blackfeet Indians were visited by a spirit from the Sun that had come down to teach them to hunt. When he finished, and he made his plans to "go back to the sun", he painted his image on a mountain so that people would remember him.
Over the years, the Blackfeet climbed up to the mountain to immerse themselves into the spirit.
Today, travelers by car, bus, and motorcycle do the same thing.
But I'm not certain if most people can even feel that spirit, assuming they even know it's there. I could certainly feel a sense of closeness to Heaven, to God, or the Universe. I felt something that stripped away my humanity and returned me to just a child of Nature, as if the mountains, the air, the water, and the trees had accepted me as one of their own.
If (or when) you choose to ride along Going-to-the-Sun Road, go in the Summer. It's quite snowy at Logan Pass, and wet with melt, and you'll get quite cold.
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