We don’t know what we don’t know. Driving up the Going to the Sun Road, I thought Glacier National Park had one big glacier. Nope. There are thirty five glaciers in the park. In 1850 there were 150. The survivors are retreating. By the end of the next decade, your grandkids will be able to put the remnants of most of the surviving glaciers into a Big Gulp cup. Soon we’ll say goodbye to the Pumpelly and the Pumpkin, the Blackfoot, the Jackson, the Harrison, the Salamander and the Weasel Collar.

While the peaks and lakes will remain stark and stunning, the park will need to take a new name. Maybe name it after a Blackfeet Nation legend, the recently departed Chief Earl Old Person, or Marine Corps pioneer Minnie Spotted Wolf. In the distance, their tears pour down the mountain.