This weekend Mark and Avis had the brilliant idea to head down to Great Falls, Montana to take in the Independence Day fireworks, and they were gracious enough to invite me along for the ride. Of course I was up for a trip to the States, considering the last time I was down there was a family trip to Disneyland 10 years ago.
I started out the trip in my usual style, by driving into Calgary to meet up with the guys, but forgetting my passport in Drumheller. So three hours and a lot of cursing later, I’m ready to go and we head out of town on Friday afternoon. The trip down there was pleasant, if a bit on the warm side. Mark managed to book us a really nice hotel right along the river where they would later be shooting off the fireworks, so we only had to walk down the stairs and out the door to have a great view of all the action.
One thing that was very different down there compared to any of the Canadian cities I’ve lived in was the number of fireworks being shot off by private citizens in their backyards all day! After about 6pm the explosions never stopped, and continued at least until we went to bed at about 3am. There were people walking along public sidewalks setting off firecrackers and some people even set up launchers for the bigger fireworks right on the sidewalk as well.
The city’s fireworks show didn’t disappoint either, although it wasn’t any bigger than Edmonton’s or Calgary’s.
We spent the rest of the night in the only bar in the city that we could find that was actually open for the holiday, and then woke up bright and early the next morning to head to the mall for the most important part of the trip in Avis’ mind – Victoria’s Secret.

And, now that you’re bored I’ll skip ahead to our drive back through Glacier National Park. The drive is about 70 miles, and took us about 2 hours after all the traffic stops, construction, switchbacks, etc. Unlike most of the Canadian mountain passes (at least the ones I’ve been through), Logan Pass is very high up, and is more of a road over a mountain ridge than anything. The first 50 miles or so wind up the side of various mountains, gaining in elevation (and the fear factor of the precitipous drops, for me anyway) until suddenly the summit of the pass pops into view, and there’s a fairly large parking lot and visitors’ centre at the top.

There was still 5 feet or so of snowpack at the top, so we got a chance to have a snowball fight and slide down the hill on our butts. Apparently there isn’t usually any snow left in most years at this time of the year, so it was a fun surprise for sure. After that, we continued uneventfully down the side of the mountain and back to Canada.
And that’s about it for the trip. It was an amazing weekend for sure. Two down, 849 World Heritage Sites to go!