We could see the mountains in the distance long before we got to Glacier National Park. The closer we got, the more evident it became that we weren't going to be sleeping inside that night. There is no big city anywhere near this national park. The nearest Walmart is seventy miles away. "No vacancy" was the theme of the day.
Thank goodness we took our tent and other camping supplies. One thing about tent camping, there's always a primitive spot left for you, because most people aren't crazy enough to try camping. We found a KOA and got a site with no electricity or water for $39.95. Almost as much as we have been accustomed to paying for a motel. But beggars can't be choosers.
Cliff has read about the Going-To-The-Sun road many times in his Gold Wing magazine, and we were finally going to see it.
When we went back to our campsite, Cliff and I together managed to get a campfire going. We were laughing and enjoying ourselves tremendously until the rain started; for a while I sat under the eave of the tent, my lap covered by a tablecloth to keep the rain off. It was a light rain at first, but then got heavier, and we retreated to the tent and the cursed air mattress. The tent did not leak, although when we started getting ready to leave the next morning we found the floor was wet.I slept rather well on our second night of camping until 3 A.M. Cliff and I both happened to be awake after blowing up the &*%#@ air mattress again, and I suddenly thought of something.
"Cliff, did you leave our trash outside?"
"Yes, I'm afraid I did."
In bear country, this is a big no-no, and I began to picture a bear out there licking the inside of the discarded cottage cheese carton and the empty pineapple can. I even began hearing strange noises over the drip-drip-drip sound of rain on our tent. Far off I heard something that sounded like a donkey braying. Somewhere in the distance, we heard the unmistakable sound of two gunshots.
After that, I didn't sleep much, although Cliff was soon snoring away. He did tell me next day that he stayed awake long enough to formulate a plan in case of a bear attack.
We discarded the air mattress when we got up. Enough is enough, and besides, once we left Glacier, we had no plans to camp again on our trip.
The biggest problem was that everything was wet: Cliff's sister's camping chairs, the tent, the tarp we put under the tent... and if we weren't going to erect the tent again, how would this stuff ever dry out?