A Road Runs Through It
Brian Schott: May 06, 2013
The sound begins like a distant jet roar, approaching us through the thick stand of Douglas fir, a low rumbling growing louder in intensity. I look at my friend Erick. He lo
oks at me.
“Avalanche!” we say in unison. But we don’t move.
We are safe, a mile or so from the steep 10,000-foot peak that is unleashing a torrent of snow and rock with the rising temperatures. The sound continues to carry, then rumbles away like thunder. We re-mount our bicycles and continue pushing our wheels down the pavement of the Going-to-the-Sun Road, following the yellow-striped line into the heart of Glacier National Park.
Weather forecasts are calling for 70-plus degree temperatures later in the day, but the morning air is cool, especially in those pockets of forest that trap the cold morning air. I’m partaking in a favorite spring ritual, biking on the historic Sun Road after plows have pushed the deep, lingering snow off the storied pavement, and automobiles are blocked from passage by a...[more]
“Avalanche!” we say in unison. But we don’t move.
We are safe, a mile or so from the steep 10,000-foot peak that is unleashing a torrent of snow and rock with the rising temperatures. The sound continues to carry, then rumbles away like thunder. We re-mount our bicycles and continue pushing our wheels down the pavement of the Going-to-the-Sun Road, following the yellow-striped line into the heart of Glacier National Park.
Weather forecasts are calling for 70-plus degree temperatures later in the day, but the morning air is cool, especially in those pockets of forest that trap the cold morning air. I’m partaking in a favorite spring ritual, biking on the historic Sun Road after plows have pushed the deep, lingering snow off the storied pavement, and automobiles are blocked from passage by a...[more]