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Buildings in center are at Logan Pass while the Going-to-the-Sun Road lies buried under the Big Drift on right side of image. The Big Drift is in Glacier National Park , in the U.S. state of Montana and is an area along the Going-to-the-Sun Road where a large amount of winter snow can accumulate to depths of 80 feet (24 m). [ 1 ]
Going-to-the-Sun Road is a scenic mountain road in the Rocky Mountains of the western United States, in Glacier National Park in Montana.The Sun Road, as it is sometimes abbreviated in National Park Service documents, is the only road that traverses the park, crossing the Continental Divide through Logan Pass at an elevation of 6,646 feet (2,026 m), which is the highest point on the road. [3]
Nov. 1—Crews are on schedule this fall to finish paving the stretch of the Going-to-the-Sun Road under construction from Apgar to Lake McDonald Lodge in Glacier National Park. Paving on the road ...
Painted lines tended to become invisible during rain. The initial dots were made of glass [ 6 ] and were attached to the road by nails or tacks, as suggested by Botts. [ 7 ] The nails were soon abandoned: his team discovered that when the dots popped loose under stress, the nails punctured tires.
All agreed that while Vint's route would be more expensive it would more closely meet the NPS policies of preserving the scenic landscape. The result is the now famous Going-to-the-Sun Road, completed in 1932, that is enjoyed by millions of visitors. As another important result of this process the NPS and BPR (now Federal Highway Administration ...
"Lake-effect snow can be extremely dangerous due to the intensity of snow it can produces, where upwards of 6 inches an hour can happen, but also due to the sudden changes in conditions a shifting ...
Get a grip on winter driving: How to prepare for snow and ice on the roads. Drive defensively, seek distance from other cars. Last year, USA TODAY spoke with the teacher of driving teachers, Bill ...
Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust — Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed So low for long, they never right themselves: