Monday in Grand Teton
Gus the MSH (Mighty Squirrel Hunter) needs to study. When I mentioned we were going to see ‘Bullwinkle’s', he clearly mistook this for ‘Rocky’s’. That seems inconsequential until you’re surrounded by 10 Bullwinkles in the evening with a barking Schnauzer. But before I get too far… Elk Reserve I left before dawn to drive to Grand Teton, heading north out of Jackson, trying to get an early start to the day and catch the good light. Just outside of Jackson is an overlook to the Elk Reserve, where each Winter 25,000 Elk gather to graze. The water in the rivers and lakes is warmer than the surrounding air at this hour, creating steam from the surface. The clouds in the horizon were amazing, and it was a view I thought would...
Arrival, with a side order of Nowhere, WY
My apologies to the residents of Cheyenne for my previous post. I unknowingly questioned why anyone would live in Cheyenne. I now understand why. Beyond Cheyenne is Rawlins, after which is a surreal scape leading to Landler. High Plains Drifter meets Total Recall. You reach the crest of a hill, and look down into a valley 10 miles wide and 30 miles long seeing only road and scrub brush. I drove towards one large hill for an hour, and after that time it still appeared in the distance. Lewis and Clarke crossed this path, as did countless thousands of settlers later in the century, with no sign of water or direction. I drove across this space in several hours – each hour which would have taken a week for them – and I wanted to turn around. ...