Glacier National Park and environs are proof of God. The beauty and vastness is a true wonder. Here are a few shots I took for your hoped for enjoyment:
Cho was a great horse:
The mirror quality of the lakes took your breath away
The turquoise of the water comes from glacier action
11:00 PM at the Many Glacier Lodge
These refurbished old red buses take tourists all over the park
This is my favorite shot from the trip: A submerged boulder in the deep backwoods.
July 8th, 2009 | 9:17 pm
Thanks for sharing these wonderful pictures of your time in Glacier Park. Glad you had a great time. I haven’t been there for many years, but remember the beauty.
July 14th, 2009 | 12:46 pm
I never did see such beautiful pictures! Thank you so much for sharing them with us.
Mr. Smith, honey, you look just grand in the saddle! May I ask the name, address, and location where the lodge or ranch where you went riding? Was it within Glacier National Park itself? If for some reason you can’t publish the information here, I’d surely appreciate your dropping a line to my email.
Y’all prob’ly don’t think this poem worth a repeat, but here goes anyhow:
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now…
“The Horse’s Farewell to his Cowboy”
Farewell to you cowboy, my day it is done,
Of rounding up cows in the heat of the sun,
Of roping the dogies and branding the steer,
And having your gun going off in my ear.
I galloped the prairie without any thanks,
Your great silver spurs in my bony old flanks,
And I’ve seen many things in my life it is true,
But never a cowboy more stupid than you.
Cowboy can you hear me inside the saloon?
I’m waiting out here in the light of the moon,
My hardworking days they are past and gone by,
And I’m bound for the great clover field in the sky.
Farewell to the feel of your filthy old jeans,
Farewell to the smell of your coffee and beans,
Farewell to you in your Stetson and chaps,
Cheating at poker and shooting the craps.
You rode me too fast and you rode me too far,
Mile after mile of you shouting “Yee hah!”
Hounded by outlaws away down the track,
With a gun on my tail and a jerk on my back.
I never remember you treating me right,
I was tied to a cactus and hungry all night,
When I was weary and dying of thirst,
I always knew it was you who came first,
Well maybe you are mighty quick on the draw,
But cowboy you’re slow with the fodder and straw,
Look at me pardner, I’m all skin and bone,
So tonight I ride into the sunset….alone.
He’ll have a shock when he comes out of there,
Me, with four legs sticking up in the air,
Don’t say goodbye or thanks for the ride,
My friend it’s too little, too late. I have died.
Won’t somebody lift up the old saddle flaps,
And gently unbuckle the filthy old straps,
My eyes have grown weary, I’m tired of talk,
And as from tonight, he can bloody well walk.
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