Camping and not camping

A few weekends ago I went with a friend to Kintla Lake. Some of her friends were hiking from the campground up to Waterton Lake (a solid 30 miles in one day, whew!) and we would drive their car back to town so they didn't have to get it on the way back. We stayed the night and as the other girls were making their way over Boulder pass we borrowed a canoe from a family at the campground and paddled around the lake for a bit. It was a perfect day to be on the water; the lake was still as could be and the sun was out high.

I attempted this past weekend to take one of the students back up to Kintla to do some camping and kayaking, but the friends we were meeting ended up camping somewhere different and after several hours driving around trying to find them (cell service is nonexistent up there) we threw in the towel and just headed back to Whitefish. I did manage to find an awesome campsite for the next time I want to spend a weekend up there, though, so it wasn't a complete bust. And of course we stopped at the Polebridge Mercantile to stock up on some amazing sweets. Can't complain about that!