After a half-hour drive down winding dirt roads, far from the crowds and deeper into the wild heart of Glacier National Park, Bowman Lake revealed itself. As the sun dipped behind the mountains, blue hour settled in casting a cool, glow across the landscape. Hints of pink clouds lingered in the sky, mirrored perfectly on the glassy surface of the lake. The silence was surreal, broken only by the faint rustle of trees.