Take a Walk on the South Side
25.08.2016 - 26.08.2016
I had seen Goat Haunt on the map in Glacier and learned the only way to reach it was by an 8 hour hike or a boat ride from Waterton. I chose the boat ride.
The Waterton Lakes Glacier Peace Park was the first park to cross the boundaries of two nations, It was formed in 1935 after Canadian and American Rotary Clubs worked with their national governments to establish it. Today, there are only about five others throughout the world.
This day, August 25th, was the actual 100th anniversary of the USA. I celebrated it with a nature walk to Rainbow Falls.
The birds and the animals don't recognize national boundaries. It seems fitting that our two nations also have this understanding on the border between these two parks. And we did until 9/11. Now, if you want to walk past the park shelter, you must show a passport.
The name Goat Haunt is left over from the "olden days." There haven't been any mountain goats here for almost 100 years! I chose to do this trip because I had not seen any goats while in Glacier Park.
The boat ride between Waterton Village and Glacier is about an hour each way. They provide excellent commentary on the geology and history. Ranger John says to remember the words Silt, Tilt, Glide, Slide when understanding how the area was formed. I remember the words, but I will let you do further research if you want to understand how the mountains were formed millions of years ago.
After the hike, the rain began. It fluctuated between a drizzle and a steady stream until the next morning.
I felt I should officially register in an actual campground instead of claiming squatters' rights in the city picnic ground. It was not nearly as nice.
It was also odd that the post on which I was supposed to hang my registration was so high I could not reach it even with my step stool. My neighbor finally posted it for me.
Once again, I was not successful with any wildlife sighting. Everyone on the boat saw a bear. People in the campground saw one on the road.
After a night of cold and rain, I could not face fixing breakfast in the mud. Instead, I went to the Prince of Wales Lodge for a fine breakfast and a warm morning in the lobby.
The bellhops in the Glacier Lodge all wear railroad engineer coveralls, hats, and kerchiefs. They look like little boys in dress-up. Here they all wear Scottish kilts. This bellhop told me they all laugh at the costumes across the border. I wonder if the "engineers" laugh at their Northern peers.