Bowman in the Backcountry

I've had my diaper changed in some pretty cool places lately.  This was just one of the stops I wanted my family to make on our hikes and backpack trips in Glacier.  I found that screaming, letting loose in my pants, and wiggling uncontrollably in my Ergo carrier all quickly induce stops and stretch breaks, and let me look around at the absolutely beautiful scenery that is Glacier National Park.  That's where Mom and Dad insisted on spending the last two weeks of my life.

  

They took me first to Lake McDonald, which is where they met each other five years ago.  You can see that I was quite fascinated with the peaks from the moment we arrived.

Of course, as a Carlson, I could not spend all of my Glacier time resting on the lake shores or hanging out in a cabin.  Dad and Uncle Andy set the example by climbing Rainbow Peak in one very tiring day.  I'm enjoying looking at this picture even more as I sit in the 100 degree Arizona heat and reminisce about all the snow I saw in Glacier.

Since Dad said I couldn't just relax while he climbed, I went on my frist backpacking trip with Mom, Mishi Angie, Mormor and Grandpa.  We started at Bowman Lake (after which I am named), and hiked from there to Quartz Lake.  It was especially fun to make sure I used up every wipe and diaper Mom had packed for the trip and to sleep through the whole night in my makeshift sleeping bag of blanket layers.  

Well, that was my first trip to Glacier, and I'm sure I'll be back.  In fact, Mom and Dad pointed out that the national park might be my most constant "home" over the next years, as it's the only place I'm pretty much guaranteed to spend some part of every year visiting.