Glacier National Park

Ice-scarred ridgelines and long, glacier-polished valleys open beneath an enormous sky where wind carries the sharp hiss of melt and the resinous breath of alpine fir. Grizzly and black bears move through timberline and meadows; hikers learn to sing to keep them at a distance, a practical ritual that converts fear into small, human music. The name lands as a rhetorical flag—vast, solitary, and stubbornly beautiful—offered by the President as a personal ledger entry (the tenth park) that humanizes authority, summons stewardship, and reframes wild landscape as civic treasure and moral leverage.