Miles in the Headlights by Miles Morgan

Miles in the Headlights by Miles Morgan

Glacier this summer was a challenging affair. Wildfires abounded keeping much of the park closed, and as if the fires weren’t challenging enough, the clear skies piled on. This was one of about 2 days of a 11 day stint where we actually had a little drama in the sky. I’m posting this because I miss my friend. This trip pretty much represents the sum of my photography for the last year. Other things to do and all… It’s also my favorite memory from 2015. Spending time with My Ryan (sorry Candace, but you have to share him) up in the mountains always yields some of my very best memories. This year, however, was extra special as I came away with 10 new friends. It was an exciting, fun, wonderful week and thinking back on these good times with people I cherish has been very effective in warding off the stress of day to day life this year. I have been to Glacier many times and have yet to see a bear. This pisses me off. I figured on the hike back from this spot it would be my time. I was excited. I was primed. I was ready. As we sang down the trail to alert the Big Furries (the bears, not the fetish) of our approach, Rob, Ryan, and I were in high spirits… which ended instantly when a huge brown mass crashed out of the bushes feet in front of us. Our headlamps slashed through the night and illuminated the massive creature, it’s doe eyes staring intently. Yes, doe eyes. As in, it was a deer. What I learned about myself on that evening is that my vision of me encountering a bear at close range is very different than what is actually going to happen. In my mind, I was going to be a bear whisperer, and if that didn’t work, some sort of photography bear ninja. What I’ve discovered is that I will essentially be some sort off fat bear snicker’s bar waiting to be eaten as I stand there with poo coming out. Happy 2016

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