The trail was littered with downfall (thanks to last winter’s winds and the trail crews have not yet made it here), but the views – man, the views – were beyond worth a little more effort and a few scraps. Hiking partner Jeff set a brisk pace (okay, the bastard nearly killed me), but we crossed into the Selway-Bitterroot Wilderness and arrived at Glen Lake in good time. The snows had only recently receded from the shoreline and cirque was filled with white noise of many snow-melt cascades. We decided to hike up further onto a ridge that holds a no name lake that was still choked with snow and ice. The whole area was bi-polar mix of summer and winter. Warm sun on our shoulders, cold wet snow at our ankles. This hike is the very essence of Montana wilderness.
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