Due to the tight train schedule, my daughter and I took turns jogging to cross the bridge to make it to the visitors center before it closed. I felt like we were doing our own miniature amazing race. We were able to make it to the visitor's center where my daughter was able to turn in her junior ranger packet and receive her badge.
We were able to take a slightly more leisurely pace as we walked back into town to catch the train. I still would have like more time. What struck me as we walked back was that we were walking in a space that the start for the fight for our country's freedom began. It was a little overwhelming to think about. Along the way, the flowers that were beginning to bloom were a reminder of a new start.