How fantastic that during the Depression, people in government had the vision to propose and build this magnificent road. We catch a stretch of it almost every year, and one year when it was closed for the season, parked and walked along it. I suppose uncoiled, the BRP and the other roads we drove yesterday would only be a hundred miles or so, but we ambled along at 30 or 40 mph most of the afternoon. No surprise it's one of the most visited of our many wonderful national parks. I wish I could post even a few of the photos I took. I wish I were breathing the quiet air again right now.