Day 25 – From Glacier to Spokane
I got up early, beat the crowd to the Park Cafe in St. Mary for breakfast, and headed down the highway from Glacier. While driving along, I was listening to Radio Times on NPR, and I heard a good interview with Stew from the band The Negro Problem and the Broadway show “Passing Strange.” He talked about how traveling somewhere is an effort to not only to discover a new place but to find something new in yourself. He also described what he does in his music as “trying to solve life’s problems with art.” He was quick to add that he’s not sure that’s actually possible, but as creative beings, we need to at least try.
He went on to compare the creative process to spirituality, in that each of those practices take you outside of yourself. It’s so true. I can’t begin to count how many times I’ve started to work on making photographs and felt uninspired, uncomfortable, unwell, or somehow distracted, and I go through the motions. But eventually, I find an interesting subject or angle or light, and all of a sudden it starts clicking and I’m giving it my all. I often stop feeling physical complaints and distracting moods when I finally get into the creative process. Once I’m in that groove, it’s very easy for me to lose track of time, forget to eat, etc. But it’s always worth it.
But anyway, back on the highway: I’m noticing one of the of the depressing aspects of tourism in wilderness places. In an area of tourist traps along Route 2 outside of Glacier, I see a sign: “Come See BEARS! In Cages!” Considering that just the day before, I saw BEARS! Not In Cages! that sign really bummed me out.
I stopped for a while at Kootenai Falls, where I checked out the falls area (very nice, a bit reminiscent of Great Falls near Washington, DC) and walked across the swinging bridge, which was pretty cool. Near Bonners Ferry, Idaho, I also took a brief detour through Kootenai Wildlife Refuge. At that point, I realized I’d crossed a time zone border and gained an hour, which always feels a little like finding a ten-dollar bill in your coat pocket. I headed toward Coeur d’Alene, where I met up with my friend Terry, who had moved to the area from Baltimore a couple of years ago. He and his girlfriend Linda took me out for a nice dinner at Luna in Spokane — it was a pleasure to see a familiar face for the first time in three weeks, and to actually have a meal with other people! I hope I remembered how to behave in the presence of others. I guess I must not have been too embarrassing, because Terry and Linda generously offered me a guest room for the night, which was a welcome break from hotel rooms and the camper.
Boatyard
Classic Cars
Junkyard
Letters & Numbers
Miscellaneous
Nature Up Close
Places
Secret Life of Plants