Today was a bittersweet day. My people that I’ve been hiking with are moving on. Coyote, Radio and Curly are heading to Two Medicine. It’s a 25 mile push with two major passes and I’m not ready for that. So I’ll continue with our issued permit and head to Atlantic Creek.
Ends up that the rain came sooner than expected. It rained all night and around 5am, there was a sudden stop. This was my opportunity to pack up, and head up the pass early. Hopefully, before it starts raining again. Coyote and Radio did the same. Curly had already left.

By 6am, we all pushed south, and headed towards the pass. The clouds were hanging low, and it was forgone knowledge, that the sky would open up and rain something fierce. InReach, my satellite tracking device, has a weather forecast mode and it stated, “expect 8-10” of rain, wind and flooding for the next 48 hours”. That doesn’t sound pleasant.

Another suspension bridge, more snow fields to cross, one river to ford and a lot of uphill ascent. I feel the extra rest I had yesterday prepared me for this kick butt day. I play this game in my mind, what pass or what passes will I be made to climb today? There was a distinct saddle and I told myself, that’s where me and Norman are going today. The trail is so well hidden that you cannot see the route so it truly is a guessing game. Well you can always check your map, but what fun would that be?

As I climbed, the clouds would drop down and obscure the mountains. It reminded me of the Israelites and how the Ark of the Covenant would travel with them. God was literally in camp and would show his presence by enveloping their camp with a cloud. I felt God’s presence, swirling around, guiding me through these mountains and protecting each and every step I took.

Once I made it to the pass, yep you guessed it, the rain began. It was a wicked cold rain and the clouds invaded the trail. I had one snow field to cross and headed down. Occasionally I caught a glimpse of the valley below. There was a pristine lake that was aqua marine blue. As soon as I had a chance to take a picture, it would disappear. So I put my camera away, and walked.

It was a quick descent on colored rocks, red, greens and brown. I had no place to eat or take a break because of the weather so I just put my head down and hoped for a nice campsite at Atlantic Creek. I arrived shortly after noon, and as appalled at my options. It was dank and wet and there was no way I was going to weather out this storm here! No thank you.

I had planned an escape route for this exact scenario. There is a trail that heads east towards Cut Bank via Pitamakan Pass. I decided this was my ticket out of here and a ride into East Glacier. There is no need to suffer through this when I have plenty of chances to embrace this brutality in the upcoming months.

As I headed off the crazy CDT, I saw two people headed in with huge backpacks. I was thinking why would they be going in on a day like today. A few miles later, I saw six people hiking in. They were smiling and seemed to be having a grand ol’ time. What’s with these crazy’s? We talked for a bit and they were headed to Atlantic Creek. I didn’t say a word.
Finally, I made it to a deserted campground with five vehicles parked at the trailhead. Someone is bound to be leaving. I talked with a car full of young girls and they were headed into see the lake during the rainstorm. Well that sounds like a grand time! If I was still around in four hours, they’d be happy to give me a ride. I continued walking towards the Forest Service Station that was on my map. I could always sit there and wait for a ride.

I should’ve taken a picture of this but my hands were freezing and my phone didn’t need to endure this rain. As I walked up to the “abandoned” Forest Service Station, there was a herd of big black cows. They have decided to move into the porch of the station. No way cows, that’s my spot. I walked up with purpose and the baby cows were the first to leave. But the big steer was having nothing to do with it. He was quite content being shelter from the rain. I gave him “the look” and he got it. Him and all the girls scampered away and I had the porch to myself!

I stripped off all my wet clothes, got into my pack and pulled out my dry clothes. It felt so good to have a place to change, eat and process my day. Now all I needed to do was find a ride. A car came by but they were NOT going to give me a ride. But they would call a Ranger if I needed help. No, I don’t need help. I just need a ride to town.

About ten minutes later, the van that was parked at the trailhead came by. I waved them down and they were more than happy to give me a ride wherever I needed to go. That’s my God. I knew He would provide me a perfect way to get off this mountain!

Ends up, they are guides and had set up camp at Atlantic Creek for their six clients. They were the two I passed with the huge backpacks. Now I was on my way to East Glacier, staying in a warm hotel with a bathtub. Oh my goodness, how much better does it get than that?

“Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.”
Philippians 4:6 NIV






















































































