Lazy Feet in Whitefish
Some of you may wonder what kind of vacation I am really on, given that all I ever seem to do is ride, run, or hike. Well I am happy to report I finally started to slow down and take it easy in Whitefish, a really cool town near the west entrance to Glacier National Park. First off I did something I have never done before - downhill only mountainbiking. Big Mountain at Whitefish has two good singletrack trails from the summit giving over 2,000 feet of descent for zero uphill effort. Well, other than lifting the bike onto a nifty little rack thingy they have on the chairlifts.
Look - no climbing! And no skis on a chairlift! Both are very strange feelings for me. Normally I am almost exclusively into self propulsion whether I'm skiing or riding, earning my right to a descent by climbing an equal amount. Consequently it felt weird. Kind of like I was cheating. And I didn't get a good workout in. Which probably explains why I did not feel well and only completed one run before calling it a day. Pretty pathetic, huh? Chad made up for it though by doing so many laps it made me even more dizzy. Fortunately I was feeling much better for a boat outing on Whitefish Lake the next day. We cruised up and down marveling at the beauty of the surrounding mountains including Glacier National Park and the ski area whose runs are just 8 miles away and, very optimistically, fantasized what it would be like to live in one of the beautiful lake side homes. I did practically nothing other than steer the boat and open the lid of the cooler (frequently). Oh, and watch Chad fish.
My most strenuous activity was swimming, which I did only a couple of times to cool down. It was hot, almost triple digits! Here is a sign of a Western Coloradoan in summer......a Chaco tan!
After a wonderful time in Whitefish we are onto Glacier, a park I have never visited before and is reported to be full of grizzlies. More sleepless nights and the bear spray will have to come back out again!