Sunday June 16, 2019- After church Amber and I wanted to make use of our Sunday afternoon. We had just gotten our fishing licenses and were itching to start trying to catch fish for the summer. We drove up to Whitefish Lake and took a road heading up into the Whitefish Mountains. It's a remote range that runs along the boundary of Glacier National Park. The North Fork of the Flathead River provides the barrier between the range in Glacier, and the Whitefish.
An hour later, and plenty of dust and bumpy ruts later, we were deep into the mountains and ominous thunderclouds loomed above. We pulled into the small camping area at Upper Whitefish Lake just as a torrential downpour began. We sat in our van eating our lunch and watching the rain splatter across the lake and surrounding terrain. Thirty minutes later the sun came out, the rain began to subside, and we commenced fishing for a while.
Most of the lake shore isn't accessible very easily, except in a couple of the campsites and the area we pulled off the road. So after a while of not getting any trout to take our lures we continued up the narrow gravel road heading towards Red Meadow Lake.
Red Meadow Lake sits almost on top of the Whitefish Divide. I didn't realize how high up the lake sat, when I researched. It was in a small basin surrounded by towering rocky peaks. I was awestruck. We went to the eastern side of the lake and I spent some time trying to catch fish while Amber took pictures.
I didn't even get a bite. Not really surprised anymore. I have a several year bad streak of never catching fish. So we eventually packed up and headed down the east slope of the mountains until we reached the North Fork of the Flathead River. We skirted along outside Glacier N.P. before heading back to Columbia Falls and then home in Kalispell.
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