Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Grand Teton National Park

Nothing like waking up to the crisp mountain air and sunshine in the busy, little valley of Jackson Hole, Wyoming.  We stopped in Cafe Genevieve downtown,  and dined al fresco on the rustic porch that allowed for a lot of people watching.

The food was so-so; the ambience made up for it.  Then we headed to the hills.  I had been to the Tetons before.  As we drove, Robin commented that these mountains were not much different than other mountains we’d seen in the Rockies, and, then, suddenly on the left, they appeared.  The sight that is uniquely Teton. 

They are so awesome and majestic and their own.  How delighted I was to revisit.

After the usual stop at the Visitor’s Center,  we headed for Jenny Lake—a lake that is so clear you can see to the bottom.

 

  Jenny Lake has stayed in my memory for over 40 years.

We spent the day tooling around this wonderful park, small by National Park standards.  We happened upon the Snake River (again) and followed it for a bit.  What I love about the Snake River is that it gently winds through its habitat. 

When I am witness to it, it always stirs a peace within, no matter where we find it or at what time of day. 

At dusk, we traveled the back roads, along the Gros Ventre River, looking for moose—to no avail. Some of the area experts told us that they were more visible at dawn.  Dawn!  It made me wonder how much I really needed to see a moose!

We did see deer!