Cool Ride on the Great Divide
September 30th, 2007 Posted by KarenLike many people in our age group, we are re-living our ”born to be wild ” days, complete with Harley-Davidson Road King, and all the requisite leather accessories. Its been a great year - we have done some cool rides - including a tour of the Mojave Valley/ Palm Springs/Joshua Tree National Park area , and a recent trip on Going to the Sun road to Glacier National Park in Montana. By the way, experiencing the majesty of a place like Glacier Park is really intense on a bike. The sights, sounds, smells, feel of the wind and temperature all combine to make an unforgettable experience.
When we reached the top of Logan Pass (around 7000 ft. elevation), we also reached the continental divide. We stopped at the ranger station and decided to take a 4 mile roundtrip hike to Hidden Lake, which was, of course, hidden - up a hill and over the ridge.
It was a beautiful summer day, and so up we went - in full leathers and boots, no less. Quite the sight, I am sure, to the Teva and t-shirt crowd coming down the trail. The hike took us up a boardwalk-like series of stairs for the first 1/2 mile. We climbed along rocky layered outcroppings of the maroon and purple stone called hematite, graced by drifts of delicate blue and white alpine flowers.
At the overlook to Hidden Lake, the view was incredible, although I had the almost uncontrollable urge to start twirling and singing ” the hills are alive” …from the Sound of Music. But I thought that might be traumatizing to the other hikers.
The highlight of the trip were several close encounters with mountain goats. At one point, a snowy pair of twin kids scampered by within 2 feet of me, eyeing me with curiosity, while their distrustful mom followed with her hackles up and head down, ready for business. I silently sent “good vibes” and hoped she would understand that I came in peace.
The trip down the mountain was much quicker, of course, and we saw many more goats as we descended to the parking lot with aching feet and burned from the high altitude sun. Back on the bike, we headed down the eastern slope of the mountains, and caught a quick view of a small herd of Big-Horn sheep, laying in the shade. Although it was an head-turning experience for the two humans whizzing by, for them it was just another fine day up on the Great Divide.







