We had the misfortune to be coming into Glacier National Park right in the midst of one of the worst fire seasons that Montana has seen. Major fires were burning in many parts of the state to our West, including in the middle of the park itself, where one of the historic lodges had just been destroyed a few days before. The skies had hung lightly grey above us for hundreds of miles, but on this morning as we approached the park, the smoke lowered down and we entered a boundless limbo of featureless grey, not even a hint of the Sun's location overhead.
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