Judith Pond Rock Climbing

Judith was not known as a gentle lady. She did not go quietly into the dark, but rather, she raged into the roaring waters of the great Missoula glacial outburst floods to create a home at a pond named in her honor. She lived a life of subtle "jude"ilation and often said with a smirk. When she wasn't adopting feral marmots (which was not well received by her friends or alpine rodents alike...), she was an avid kayaker on her pond.  Even in the early 30's, when she pioneered this ancient way of life, her pond was not particularly large. But that did not stop her from freeking lapping that b*sh. If one listens just right, one can still hear the marmots calling out her name - "Juuuude, Judddee" Juude" !

Every year, there is a celebration of Judes' life, known as "June at Judith's." Folks come from far and wide to live the life and follow in the footsteps of our pioneer women... Burning one's hair clean off in Judith's sweet, agrochemically errant waters, climbing between the columns, and calling out with a primal shriek. Followed by a ritual toss of a tube of bright red lipstick deep into the cirque, as an ode to our matriarch and visionary woman of the pond. Sweet Jude lives on.