In architecture school some of my favorite drawings I did were simply Not To Scale. The professors hated it because you can't build off a document that doesn't have an associated scale. However, I loved it because it meant I could blend and mold landscapes with buildings, human proportion with natural order, in whatever way i thought worked for the composition. It was university anyway, it's not like I would be submitting these to the city for aprovaI. I think drawings, composted in this way, took on a life of their own. Instead of everything fitting perfectly in it's place, different objects with different storylines clashed and merged, maybe for only this one time on the sheet of paper upon my desk. It brought dissonence in the details, it brought harmony to the whole. Or maybe vise versa on the next sheet.
It's seems I may have taken a page out of Montana's playbook without knowing it. This is what Glacier, the Bob Marshall and Scapegoat wildness have been for me. Powerful, fragile, terrifying and uplifting.
A wilderness that keeps me teetering on comprehension because it's not to scale.
All that snow this year means there's been amazing wildflowers out on trail.
Trees, rock, sky- Montana in a nutshell
The Chinese Wall
The scale of The Wall was massive
Yay, some signage! The small luxuries in life.
So you're telling me there's no camping near the bridge...then that means...there's a bridge ahead!! One less ford to do today.
Humans!!! Spotted in their natural habitat. Mission successful, I talked to them and they talked back. No more figments of my imagination or trees that look an awful lot like people. Our 5 min. conversation was, within the context, spectacular. Outside of the woods, probably a 4 out if 10, mostly because I'd forgotten how to string sentences together.
Benchmark Wilderness Ranch. They hold hiker packages in that gearbox on the porch. A very nice couple who happened to be out for a drive gave me a lift to and from the trailhead and ranch.
The only shade for miles around. Almost frlt like i was in SoCal again.
A hidden lake high up in thr mountains.
It's always nice to camp beside a lake. Sure the mosquitos were horrendous and I'm fairly certain they almost lifted up my tent in the middle of the night, but st least there's no snow!
I don't think I'll ever understand how there's guys made their journey without ultra-lite gear and GPS. Glad to be doing this trail now-a-days.
Yep, a yurt in the middle of nowhere.
Next stop Lincoln, MT,