Two Medicine
7 / 10
We left the east side of Glacier and made our way toward the west side via Highway 2, looping around the southern edge of the park. The direct route over Going-to-the-Sun Road was not an option with the camper in tow, so the long way around it was. The road leading into Two Medicine was slightly intimidating with the camper. Narrow steep sections, winding curves, and the occasional drop-off kept Danny focused as he navigated through.
1 / 15
We stopped in the Two Medicine area before officially leaving the east side behind. It felt quieter and less crowded than other parts of the park, but just as dramatic. Sharp peaks rose straight from the lake, and the whole place carried a more remote, almost overlooked feel.
First up was Paradise Point, a mellow walk to a lakeside viewpoint with sweeping views of Two Medicine Lake framed by rugged mountains. Then we headed to Running Eagle Falls. The trail is short and flat, but the waterfall is anything but ordinary. Water pours directly from the middle of a cliff face, fed by an underground spring. The falls are named after a Blackfeet woman warrior who broke tradition and became a celebrated leader and fighter.
After the waterfall, we continued west.
Instead of a campground that night, we parked at my parents’ VRBO rental. The small cabin was beautiful, surrounded by wildflowers and offering luxuries we had not enjoyed in a while: a washer, dryer, and gloriously long hot showers.
Then evening arrived.
The cabin sat about a tenth of a mile from a train crossing. Apparently every train engineer in Montana felt obligated to personally greet us. The horns never stopped. All night long, freight trains rolled through with a full blast of warning signals. What felt quaint at sunset became unbearable at 2 a.m.
First up was Paradise Point, a mellow walk to a lakeside viewpoint with sweeping views of Two Medicine Lake framed by rugged mountains. Then we headed to Running Eagle Falls. The trail is short and flat, but the waterfall is anything but ordinary. Water pours directly from the middle of a cliff face, fed by an underground spring. The falls are named after a Blackfeet woman warrior who broke tradition and became a celebrated leader and fighter.
After the waterfall, we continued west.
Instead of a campground that night, we parked at my parents’ VRBO rental. The small cabin was beautiful, surrounded by wildflowers and offering luxuries we had not enjoyed in a while: a washer, dryer, and gloriously long hot showers.
Then evening arrived.
The cabin sat about a tenth of a mile from a train crossing. Apparently every train engineer in Montana felt obligated to personally greet us. The horns never stopped. All night long, freight trains rolled through with a full blast of warning signals. What felt quaint at sunset became unbearable at 2 a.m.