National Geographic : 1956 May
Holidaymakers in Beach Garb Play on July's Leftover Snow Logan Pass's snow lingers into warm midsummer days because of the altitude, 6,664 feet. When August's sun finally clears the ground, flowers cover the Hang ing Gardens, reached by trail at center. This parking area adjoins Going-to the-Sun Highway (pages 593 and 598). Diagonal fault line on Mount Reynolds gives climbers a ramp to the summit. Melvin Ruder 1 ~ ~ ~la~ki sl Xe Ii- -~ Lg~. C:- i r I*. ~ I-~1~ +~x ~ i-,4 e-T~a~,*.~a~~." *~~ ~~ b;-l ~L~P~~ ~ ( ~~ . x*~--~ ~"i"c l" . : ~9 ." "" "~" ~;-~" * *~ c Gsg -,* - ~ I- *- ~a~ ~ _ n.* ^ a~ ~"T -- ~-i": ~1 _5/~~~ ~ s*~ ~~LP d --... ~ -i~s, a 595 For miles the Garden Wall, hewed by ancient ice masses lying back-to-back, loomed high above us. The long crest of this Glacier landmark, unbelievably jagged and soaring 9,000 feet in the sky, measures only a few feet across in places (page 591). Passing a highway maintenance camp, I asked about wire fences thrown about parked trucks. "Porcupines," came the reply. "They love the taste of synthetic rubber tires." Farther on we were sprayed with water by the Weeping Wall, where the face of a broad rock cut sheds S icy tears. At Logan Pass, on the Continental Divide, we joined scores of sightseers stretching their legs. Mountains in the shapes of matter horns, pyramids, Mayan temples ".-. even a savage gorilla's head-rise S about this wide pass. Masses of , wild flowers carpet broad meadows .. near by, aptly called the Hanging Gardens. Often a family of moun tain goats cavorts on a high, sheer Slope, watched like star aerialists in a circus by the throng below. We joined a ranger-naturalist S talking to a small group. "More than 600,000 visitors come to Gla cier every summer," he was saying, "and more than 98 percent of them by automobile. Mostly they just drive on through, for there's a lot to see out here in the West. "Fortunately, though, they're not all as hurried as the man who rushed up to me last week. Glancing at his watch, he said, 'This is my third national park today, and I've got just two hours. What can I see?' " Beyond the pass we met vacation ists making snowballs and carving their names in a large snowfield, remnant of Big Drift, which blan kets the road 70 feet deep in win ter. One man busily filled a pail while his wife took moving pictures. At Baring Falls we watched the surprising antics of a pair of pert water ouzels. These strange gray birds nest beside waterfalls and mountain torrents and dine in part on under water insects and larvae. Nothing daunted, they dive into the icy water and walk the stream bed submerged, hunting for food.