More driving today, although it wasn't as exhausting as it would have been with kids in the car. Ryan has this way of not constantly demanding that I find things he's dropped on the ground, he doesn't fight with anyone sitting next to him, he doesn't decide to hate a movie when everyone else in the car wants to watch it, he doesn't wait to announce his full bladder until just after we pass the only gas station for forty miles. In short, Ryan is an excellent driving companion.
We left Kalispell and drove about half an hour or so to the west entrance of Glacier National Park. We decided almost immediately after we got there that all of the driving was totally worth it--the place is stunning. There's really no way to describe how pretty it is, so I'll just shut up and show you the pictures. (Which don't do it justice, by the way, and also you can't smell how the whole place smells like pine and wood smoke. And occasionally diesel. But mostly pine and wood smoke.)