We are ‘camped’ at Fish Creek Campground in Glacier National Park. They have done a fantastic job of combining many different types of campers and still maintaining the feeling of being off in the woods.
Apgar Village is our civilization center—shall we rate it on a scale of one to ten???
Like so many Visitors’ Centers and tourist traps, the gift shops are like walking into a fabricated, idolized Indian world. Children’s books are the biggest giveaway—you will look long and hard to find any book that reflects positively (if at all!) on any Western contribution.
One title caught my eye—written by a white female, I’m sure. It was called Grandmother Spider Brings the Sun. I wonder if it might have been better if ol’ granny had brought a wheel—or an alphabet. I bet the Indian women would have been thrilled if Wise Old Nana had brought tampons.
Both Mr. T and I fled the shop with only ice cream for our troubles. However, it did morph into several repetitions of all we could remember of “Davy, Davy Crockett—King of the Wild Frontier.”
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