Ahh, Polebridge. In all honesty, Polebridge is one of the coolest places I've ever been in Montana. This town, located a short drive from the northwest entrance to Glacier National Park, is completely off the grid, being run entirely from generators. Getting there entails a potholed dirt road that makes you feel like you're driving clean off the map. Only a few miles from the Canadian border and a closed border crossing post, Polebridge is home to a few scattered houses, a bar, and a mercantile store. The Polebridge Mercantile Store, known as "The Merc," has beens tanding on that spot for over 100 years. Not only do they provide snacks and general tourist bric-a-brac, but the Merc is home to one of the most delicious bakeries in northwestern Montana. If you ever go there, take my advice and get some of the pastries.
The scenery there is truly stunning. The town sits in a bowl between the continental divide and the Whitefish Mountains.
We picked up some sandwiches and pastries from the Merc, and sat down to watch the sun go down.
Next to the Merc is a beach volleyball court, complete with sand. Kids were running left and right and the sound of laughter was everywhere. From next to the volleyball net came the sounds of live music at the Northern Lights Saloon, who were serving some killer dinner judging by the menu.
The fuel tank outside is littered with stickers from other travelers.
Truly, Polebridge is a little slice of heaven on earth. The pace is slow, the mood is merry, and the views are unbeatable. If you're ever up by Glacier, GO.
After our dinner we went back to Seeley.
The next day of our trip, my dad and I flew his plane out to the Schafer Meadows Ranger Station in the middle of the Bob Marshall Wilderness. This airfield is one of a handful in the Bob, and is only accessible by plane, horse, or foot. It's a really astonishing place. The flight in is awesome.
The smoke from nearby fires was limiting visibility and making everything "moody."
Here's the approach to the airfield, ********** dab in the middle of nowhere.
Final approach requires you to skim the treetops and drop in quickly just after the treeline, as the field is in a bowl.
Watching landings here is a pretty cool experience.
Every year, there is a fly-in to maintain the airstrip. My parents have been attending for many years, and much of their handiwork is evident in the nearby campground.