This morning we woke early and finished packing up the van with a few last minute things. We had managed to get most of it packed up late last night after the littles were asleep, but there's always a few things you miss. We stopped to drop our puppy off at my sister's place and then made our way to southern Alberta. About an hour into our drive we made our first bathroom break of many. It didn't take long for the little one's to fall asleep.
As we drove through Claresholm, Hyrum asked where we are. "Claresholm," I replied. "Camilla! We are at Clara's home! We're in Edmonton!" was his response. Mike and I had a good chuckle.
The children woke up one by one as we made our way into Cardston. We decided to stop and stretch our legs at the temple. My parents were married here, and any excuse to visit the temple and share it with our children is a good one.
While they were mostly reverent, they couldn't resist running on the open green space. It felt good to be out of the car!
Finley, who had just woken up from a long nap, was a bit on the grumpy side. As he yelled and protested his way around the grounds I tried to quietly remind him that the temple was Heavenly Father's house. "Whose house is this, Finley?" To which he loudly growled back, "MINE!" It left Mr. Stannix and I snickering under our breath all the way back to the van.
We crossed the border to the States at the Piegan, Montana crossing. The wait wasn't too bad, and we made it in without any trouble. As we were waiting a grabbed a chip out of a snack bag that Finley had given me. After one bite I realized the chip was soggy and spat it out into my hand. Turns out he had licked all of the flavor off his Ruffles chips and put them back into the bag for me to enjoy (yuck).
After we crossed the border Hyrum noticed a lot of bulldozers and construction equipment and said, "Wow! There's lots of construction on the States..." Then Joe rolled his window down and Mike quickly rolled it up again because the air conditioning was on. Hyrum then puzzled, "Why aren't you allowed to roll your windows down in the States?" They figured that things would be super different in another country and were quick to point every difference out. It was pretty funny!
We decided to take the scenic route and drive the Going to the Sun road through Glacier National Park. It was a beautiful drive! As we drove the children listed similarities and differences between the trees, mountains and waters here compared to home. A lot of it was the similar to what we see back home.
Even with the extra smoke, the views were breathtaking!
Half-way through the park we pulled over for a little hike to a water fall.
The littles were pretty gung-ho about the whole thing and had lots of energy to burn after being in the car all morning.
We followed a trail alongside this gorgeous lake for most of our walk.
We tried to stick together as best as we could as we wandered the windy, narrow trail.
Finley was such a trooper and walked the entire way without any help.
After crossing over this little bridge, we had finally arrived at the beautiful falls!
We took a little break, tried to judge what time it was as best we could, and then decided to keep going and see what else was down the trail.
We stopped at the edge of the lake to dip our toes in the cold, glacier water and play.
Daddy showed the boys how to put water in their hats to keep cool.
We tip-toed across the rocks and enjoyed the cool water washing over our toes.
When everybody had enough of the lake, we hiked back, hit up the bathrooms, and grabbed a snack for the road. As we drove I found myself shouting to the backseat quite often. Things like, "Keep your hands to yourself!" and "Stop putting chips on your baby brother's head!"
Even though the kids were the craziest for this part of the drive, it was still my favorite part. The views were incredible with waterfalls and cliff edges along the way.
We made plenty of stops along the way to hop out and snap pictures.
It was pretty slow going with traffic and switch backs, but it gave us lots of time to soak in the beauty that surrounded us.
We pulled off at a little picnic area for dinner and pulled out our cook stove and dishes. I set Ollie up in the playpen and he was tickled to be out of his seat and moving around again. He giggled and danced away as we enjoyed some kraft-dinner. The kids helped me work a pump and fill our wash basins after dinner. The older three fought over who would do the dishes and eventually we decided that everyone would wash their own dish and spoon. It's funny how pumping water and doing dishes can be such a novelty!

































