Polebridge, Montana, is the last remote outpost before the dirt road that brought you there climbs into the lower belly of the Canadian wilderness some 22 miles to the north. The town boasts a population of something near 130 in summer and about 70 during the winter. Two businesses are located in Polebridge. Since you are still in Montana, one business is the obligatory bar: The Northern Lights Saloon (a simple log cabin). The other business is Polebridge Mercantile.
That’s about it.
The Mercantile is just a bit over 100 years old. Not much has changed in the last 100 years. The “town” remains off grid. You will not find cell service and, to date, no power lines have made their way in. The limited power used by the business are provided by generators and, more recently, solar PV systems.
The mercantile bakes pastries that are to die for. Sweets produced with the local bounty of huckleberries are most noteworthy.
The landscape around Polebridge is indescribably beautiful. The tiny town is cradled between the heavily timbered Whitefish Range and the sharp and improbable stone peaks of Glacier National Park. The North Fork of Flathead River runs big, fast, and aquamarine through the crooked valley between the mountains.
Yesterday, that girl and I drove to Polebridge and then drove on from there to the super-remote Bowman Lake and Kintla Lake inside Glacier. Though the roads are rugged and unpaved, the trip is well worth the drive. Posted today are some photographs from our day trip to Polebridge and beyond.