After consuming a fairly delicious chicken dinner from the bar car, Luke and I retreated back to our seats and attempted to get some sleep. We were able to stretch across two rows of unoccupied seats, but couldn’t quite manage to get comfortable enough to rest peacefully through the night. Not with body parts continuously sliding off the vinyl seat or the wild pack of hyenas running through the train after quiet hours. Eventually, we managed to string together a few uninterrupted hours before our anticipated arrival time.
The train slowly crawled across the Twin Cities metro and our feet were firmly planted on St. Paul pavement by 9:30. We were greeted by warm, early fall sunshine and the familiar activity of the weekend farmers market. It was good to be home.
Now that the memories have had a chance to marinate, I can say with certainty that visiting Glacier National Park was one of the best experiences I’ve ever had. John Muir said it best in this quote:
Wander here a whole summer, if you can. Thousands of God’s wild blessings will search you and soak you as if you were a sponge, and the big days will go by uncounted. If you are business-tangled, and so burdened by duty that only weeks can be got out of the heavy-laden year … give a month at least to this precious reserve. The time will not be taken from the sum of your life. Instead of shortening, it will indefinitely lengthen it and make you truly immortal.
We shall return.