Well, seems like I'm the only one who's going to blog, so you will have to put up with my ramblings.
Sunday began with Mass, which because of Indian days, is normally in the Arbor at the campground. Due to a storm that looked like something out of Independence Day, (movie reference) and produced large amounts of hail, Mass ended up being in the Little Flower sanctuary.
At first I was disappointed, but I've learned from these trips to just let them develop on their own. And it turned out very well. Mass was an awesome yet intimate experience. Complete with drumming and chanting during the processional, and recessional, and the whole congregation singing a blessing over us. The bishop had the Mass and spoke about there being no classes of people, just people. He also spoke about the churches support for immigration reform. During the Lord's prayer, a woman went to the lecturn and did what I assume was the Lord's prayer in Blackfeet. Man, I'm screwed if they bring back the Latin Mass, and I live here. The sign of peace is a "hugfest" and people continue to shake your hand and welcome you for the duration of communion.
After Mass it was off to Glacier where I continued my record of seeing a bear on every trip. We hiked in at Many Glacier, and the group went to Red Rock Falls. No bears for them. Dinner at Johnson's which is family style, and prayer last night.