A Snowy Night in Northern Montana

Maura Fleck in 1967 on Logan Pass (6,646 feet), in Montana

On a very snowy night camped at MacDonald Lake, we shiver in our sagging tent as winds snap aspen branches overhead and we wonder just why we chose early June and not July to camp in Glacier Park where early summer is nothing more than a late-winter. But something happens to revive our sinking spirits beyond measure-wolves begin to howl echoing back and forth between the glacial horns so high above. We listen and listen, no longer aware of the cold, till the very early hours of the morning, and before we go to sleep we choose to stay another week whether or not it snows and blows by day or by starless night.