This is Murder in the Rain, where each week Emily Rowney, Alicia Holland and Josh

McCullough tell true crime stories of the Pacific Northwest.

Murder in the Rain contains graphic content, listener discretion is advised.

On a silent August night in 1967, screams ripped through the darkness in Glacier

National Park, Montana. A visitor to the park, camping under the stars, was

attacked in their sleep and dragged away from camp. When an injured survivor of the

same attack stumbles upon another camper hundreds of yards away, it triggers a

frantic middle of the night, search and hopefully rescue mission, crewed by both

brave park rangers and overnight visitors, who hours later would hear word that

miles away there had been another attack that night and another camper dragged

into the woods.

Every year, about three million visitors travel thousands of miles from around the

globe to take in the sights at Glacier National Park that can only be described

as, quote, heaven on earth. Originally the home of Blackfeet, Cootney, Shoshone,

Cheyenne, and Flathead Indigenous Americans, it was officially recognized as a

national park in May of 1910. The park's location, technically in the Pacific

Northwest, is near the Idaho Panhandle, and borders Alberta and British

Columbia to the north. It is truly hard to put the pure natural beauty of the

park into words, and that's just from looking at photos. I can't imagine how

breathtaking it would be to see in person its one million acres encompassing

over 700 lakes, 100 waterfalls, meadows of wildflowers, and forests

teaming with a variety of trees, lilies, and berry plants. Quote, prairie grass

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