Morning musing

As I slipped under the down comforter (couldn’t resist that for all you reading in 100 degree weather) last night I was thinking about all we had seen and heard yesterday.

At one point we were stopped for construction next to a towering rock wall. The snow above that wall was melting in the hot summer sun.

The melting water dropped in a musical cascade of plinks and plonks like a xylophone.

Somewhere down the mountain all those drops joined together and became one of the multitude of waterfalls cascading to the valley floor.

Then all those waterfalls drained into the river which continued the flow downhill in ever greater momentum. The river water was crystal clear, in spots where it was deceptively still you could see ten to fifteen feet to the bottom and see every rock in the stream bed.

Then when the river narrowed, the water surged through the rocks with a foamy spume of the most amazing aquamarine color created by the glacial waters.

The river continued down until it poured into Lake McDonald, a short walk from our campsites. Tucker and Teddy waded in the water, perhaps the same water we heard dripping high in the mountain that afternoon.