Polebridge and Bowman Lake

We tried to camp at Avalanche Campground along the Going to the Sun Road, but it proved to be tourist town and we weren't able to secure a spot. However, a good captain doesn't leave port without a backup plan, so we drove up the North Fork of the Flathead River, along the western boundary of Glacier Park. Fifteen miles of washboard, bumpy, at times one lane, deliverance style road, led us to the Polebridge Mercantile. We enjoyed their fresh baked goods and Huckleberry Margaritas. After driving up a more narrow, more bumpy, less than one lane road, the banjo playing started. Bowman Lake campground was home to a herd of six deer. They liked to nibble at the leftovers that campers threw into the firepits. We hiked 7.2 miles to Lower Quartz Lake on Sunday and halfway around Bowman on Monday. Our little trailer survived this trek, but our adventure was not without casualties. Due to the rough ride, it looked like a photon torpedo went off inside, and somehow our water container was punctured and leaked into the galley.

Polebridge