Today marks two weeks on the road, and it also marks another milestone: we cross into Canada.

Before we do, I have to give Glacier its proper sendoff.

Our first day was intentionally pretty easy. After all the driving it took to get there, nobody was looking for a huge adventure. We headed to Lake McDonald, where we wandered along the shore and skipped stones across that ridiculously clear water.From there, we stopped at the Old Belton Bridge. Sam and I climbed down to the water to do some rock hunting and, because apparently I haven't acquired enough rocks on this trip already, found some cool stuff to add to the collection. Randy and Marcie stayed up on the bridge, where they ended up chatting with some locals who were jumping off it into the river.

We finished off the day enjoying the hot tub back at the resort, which was exactly the kind of evening we needed.

The next day was Going-to-the-Sun Road. And somehow, I ended up being the one driving.The road was absolutely beautiful, but it was also long, curvy, full of switchbacks, and so narrow in places that I had to tuck the truck's mirrors in. There were definitely a few moments where I was very aware of just how much truck I was driving and just how little road I had to work with.But the views were unbelievable!We stopped at Logan Pass, where we saw approximately one hundred  ground squirrels, and continued all the way toward St. Mary. Somewhere along the way, we even spotted a brown bear. We all thought it was a grizzly at the time, and that's the story I'm sticking with. Most of the drive was the four of us staring out the windows and repeatedly saying some variation of, "Wow."

There really wasn't a better word for it.

After Going-to-the-Sun Road, we took a much-needed rest day. We went into town and stocked up on some essentials, which at this point included gloves and coats. Somehow, four adults headed toward Glacier National Park and Canada without packing enough cold-weather gear. In our defense, it was 120 degrees when we left.

The sudden chill in the air also made it the perfect night to start a fire and roast some s'mores.

For our last full day in Glacier, we went to explore the damn dam. I did the dam drive, took some dam photos, and cursed at the dam speed bumps.

Then we went back to the resort and did pretty much nothing.And it was wonderful. I laid in the grass. I sat outside and stared at a mountain. I played on the playground, swung on the swings, and laughed my ass off going down the slide.

It's funny because when you're planning a trip like this, you spend so much time thinking about the big things. The national parks. The scenic drives. The places you've seen in photos a thousand times and finally get to see for yourself. Going-to-the-Sun Road absolutely lived up to that. Glacier absolutely lived up to that.But two weeks into this trip, I'm realizing that some of my favorite moments are happening in between those things. Skipping rocks. Sitting around a fire. Hunting for rocks under a bridge. Lying in the grass with absolutely nowhere I need to be.

We've covered a lot of miles in two weeks. We've seen some incredible places, dealt with some unexpected camper drama, acquired a frankly unreasonable number of rocks, and learned that August does not necessarily mean you can leave your coat at home.

And tomorrow, we take this whole circus international.

Canada, here we come!