I met a new friend along the way.  It always surprises me how non-pulsed these mule deers are at my presence; it's a good thing I don't have a hunting rifle.
This is a picture of Holland Lake.  The mountains pictured are the Mission Mountains:  the most magnificent mountains I've ever seen.  I still remember the first time I laid eyes on them.  I had gone home with a friend who lived on the Flathead Indian Reservation for Thanksgiving my freshman year.  We drove in at night so I did not see the mountains upon my arrival, but I woke up in the morning and outside the huge bay window were this majestic mountains.  It was breath-taking.
Here are the falls.  Unfortunately, I don't have a good picture of the falls that doesn't also picture either me or Brandi.
