Author: Oliver Meister
Westside Waldorf School visiting the North Fork Hostel









The independent, not-for-profit Westside Waldorf School serves Pre-K through the elementary grades. Established in 1989, it is one of more than 800 Waldorf schools worldwide.
A Waldorf education has been called “the world’s best kept education secret”. Its curriculum seeks to nourish the emotions and imaginations of children as well as their intellect.
a look back in time
These are photos from George McFarland; the hostel building was still on big prairie inside the park, it only shows the corner of the building but you can easily recognize it if you are familiar with the place. I’m not sure on the dates of the photographs but would put them into the fifties. In the aerial photo the longer part o fthe T-shaped building is what is now the hostel. Guess we are all glad that airstrip is gone now!

The Inside Road from Polebridge to Fish Creek
here is one of the white Glacier Lilies that grow along the inside road.
.. great day for a ride down the inside road. Bring your sandals to get across the south fork of Logging Creek. After that the tree hopping starts, I stopped counting after 50- but nothing bad, no clusters, just a few tight squeezes. Saw several bull elk, a cinnamon colored black bear and a sand hill crane, all within the worst of the downfall, of course I was going slow enough not to miss anything.
Biking up to Kintla Lake
This must have been one of my earliest rides to Kintla Lake ever, the road was beautifully dry and smooth, what a treat!
I was still huffing and puffing every little hill…
Two elk bulls in Round Prairie- minus antlers!
Here is the new Kintla Creek Bridge under construction…
to be finished before summer gets going…
Ride to Logging Creek Ranger Station
The south fork of logging creek is on the move across the inside road again, I think I’ll wear sandals next time I head further south. Good bike riding so far this spring, roads are drying quickly, there is still the occasional ice patch and log to jump. Over the logs I actually get off and step over or around, unless I yearn for a busted clavicle. Happy spring riding!

















