And so, our next day's events took us back to the States (barely), to upper Montana, and Glacier National Park, where we got to ride in Red Jammers (faithfully restored old buses, with convertible tops), where we rode past the scenery, and would stop periodically to take pictures of places like Snow Goose Island. Boy, did we ever feel like full-blown tourists. Anyway, it was very relaxing, very scenic, and we had a great time, and the weather was fabulous. But then that evening we got to go back to Waterton, and were free to move about, mingle, eat ice cream (it seems that this is the national pastime). Little did we know that tomorrow would be the day that it turned out to be.