Just horsing around

No elk calls this night, though there were quite a few dogs.  One thing Sarah noted in Glacier, versus Yellowstone is that all the campers were owned, not rented, from Northern/Midwestern states, and most people had a dog.  That was our wake up call, barking dogs.  We enjoyed a quick breakfast and then headed down to the lake just before sunrise.  The calm lake surface acted like a mirror in the early morning light, reminding me of our trip to Yosemite and May lake.  We went on a short hike and then made our way to the corral for our horseback ride.  Sarah enjoyed it immensely and loved the fact that her horse, Dunny, always wanted to go faster and take the lead, my horse, Chuck, was a little pokier and we had to run to catch up quite a bit.  It was just the two of us and the guide, making our way along Lake Macdonald and then up a stream bed past some waterfalls and over a bridge to a huckleberry patch.  That put us in the mood for huckleberries and we enjoyed some local fare at the lodge including locally brewed huckleberry beer.  It was so good, we looked up the brewery to see if it was close and it was indeed.  We made our way there and enjoyed all that they had to offer on tap, then bought some for the road.  Our goal that night was to make it to Grand Coulee Dam as we were taking a detour up and over the Cascades on Rt 20.  A sleepy little town, as it turns out, everything was closed by 9, dinner was Roasted turkey and microwaved vegetables on our bed, bought from the local Safeway, the only thing open past 9.