Fire And Ice Reshape Glacier National Park
Stepping out at of my car at the overlook of Lake St. Mary in Glacier National Park, I expect to smell the invigorating aroma of a spruce-fir forest. Instead I smell ashes. The conifer forest is no more, and won’t be again in my lifetime, or my children’s.
- By George Oxford Miller - August 1st, 2024 1:24am