| Twenty minutes into our hike, I saw an elderly gentleman who had come into the cafe during the summer. I had waited on his table a few times and he was always one of my nicest customers. I spoke to him along the trail and he said, "I thought you looked familiar!". He proceeded to hike all the way to Hidden Lake with us while telling all kinds of fascinating stories about the mountains, history of the park, rock formations, and hikers who wandered into the wilderness never to be seen again. We never exchanged names, but it was one of the best conversations I ever had. That's one of my favorite things about travel---those brief encounters with other people who teach, inspire, and help me realize that friends can be made in any circumstance, anywhere on this planet, even if it is just for a three-mile hike in Glacier. |
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