 Visitors who brave the dusty  stretch of Montana 486, known simply as the North Fork Road, are  rewarded with striking views of the park and an array of baked goodies –  huckleberry bear claws, cinnamon rolls, macaroons, microbrew, coffee,  fresh-baked bread and pocket sandwiches – while the shelves of the Merc  are lined with practical wares like gauze and parachute cord, power  steering fluid and Spam, making it a one-stop resupply shop.
Visitors who brave the dusty  stretch of Montana 486, known simply as the North Fork Road, are  rewarded with striking views of the park and an array of baked goodies –  huckleberry bear claws, cinnamon rolls, macaroons, microbrew, coffee,  fresh-baked bread and pocket sandwiches – while the shelves of the Merc  are lined with practical wares like gauze and parachute cord, power  steering fluid and Spam, making it a one-stop resupply shop.
It  is a place steeped in a history older than the name “Polebridge,” and  the Merc’s “General Mercantile Historic District” is listed in the  National Register of Historic Places.
William L. “Bill” Adair  built the Merc back in 1914, just four years after Glacier Park became a  park. He fished, using only one fly (the Coachman), and drank and grew  king-sized cabbages while his wife (and later, after she died, a second  wife) ran the store and lived in their homestead cabin, which is now the  Northern Lights Saloon. 
He planted the only elm tree in the  North Fork, which still shades patrons of the neighboring saloon, and  his transplanted hop vines continue to creep up the saloon wall.
The  Merc’s interior still bears the log walls that Adair hand-hewed with a  broadax so he could adorn them with wallpaper, and the old  glass-cylinder gas pump, which used a pump-and-gravity system to fuel  vehicles, remains on the complex.
The Mercantile was originally  known as Adair’s, while Polebridge was the store and post office a  half-mile north, toward the Glacier National Park entrance.
That  second store was owned and operated by another homesteader, Ben Hensen  Sr., who opened his store in the 1920s because he thought Adair’s prices  were exorbitant. When Hensen was awarded the post office contract, his  wife May submitted the name Polebridge, which was accepted.
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