Since I have been dying to go camping for the last few weekends, this was the perfect opportunity to do so, a long weekend, in-laws with camping gear we could borrow, a car full of gas, and the determination to drive 7 hours to get there. That drive could not have been more worth it.
|Gotta love PB and Honey, the perfect hiking lunch. |
Jared recently told me he ONLY likes white bread for PB sandwiches...spoiled.
|Hiking South from String Lake trailhead to Jenny Lake|
We picked the perfect time of year to go, as the crowds were small, the air temperature cool (in the 60's and 70's the whole time), and the campsites plentiful.
Gotta love the green. I miss the trees. This weekend in Utah is registering +100 F. The thought of that is pure torture, just wait till tomorrow gets here. Yuck.
Can you see the rainbow in this shot? It's there very faintly. Plus one point for awesome capture. Way to go Al.
All along the shores of Jenny Lake, I kept stopping and saying, "can you hear that!?" Jared would reach for the bear spray.
No, Jared, the sound of waves down there on the rocks. I love the sound of waves.
Jared demonstrating that he will either:
A. Crush this hike
B. Fight the bears with our fists
C. Turn into Superman.
....in any case, I love him.
So, see the marmot over there on the right? This animal was strange. We kept hearing rustles in the bushes, and thought it was a chipmunk or a squirrel. We were wrong five times when this huge (size of a large cat) animal would pop out in front of us. They were not shy of humans at all.
This tree trunk actually asked me to a take a picture of it. Truth.
Of course I had to oblige. How often is it that trees speak to you? Unless you're a hobbit of course...
|Hidden Falls. Seriously hidden, but worth finding.|
In addition to the marmots, we saw a few pronghorn antelope, a red fox and at least 4 French families. Jared wondered why so many French. My only explanation, which I gave in jest, was that there must be some link to the French and the name of this mountain. I mean, Le Grand Teton en francais, basically means, the Big Tit, so there must be a loving relationship between them and the mountain. If that isn't typical of French culture I don't know what is. I guess hiking and exploring the outdoors, which the French also enjoy.
We learned a valuable lesson about camping: it is important that each person have a role. Jared and I divided responsibilities at the campsite.
I think this helped us to avoid conflict and arguments. Jared set up the tent. I made the fire and did the food. I realize we reverted back to caveman type roles, but it worked out for the best since when Jared tried to stoke the fire he ended up putting it out completely. Fortunately, I was able to get it lit again.
|We love hiking, and the outdoors, and each other, and selfie shots.|
After our long hike ( 9 miles in 5 hours) we ate all those hotdogs, beans tomatoes, cleaned up so the bears wouldn't get us. Sprayed ourselves down with bug spray. Yes, the kind with DEET and walked right over to Jackson lake. It took us 2 minutes. The perfect spot. Commence photo shoot.
Jared is really good a skipping rocks. I'm serious. This picture just doesn't show that skill. I was just being artsy.
Look at that sky. I wish all skies looked like that. Big, grand and beautiful.
Haha, yes. I did this. Stacking rocks. I couldn't resist. ironic since we ended up sleeping on rocks the whole night and we both woke up bruised. Next time we need to get better sleeping pads.
Dawn was cold, as it always is camping. So what better way to warm up than with a hot breakfast of skillet scrambled eggs, toast and honey.
The recipe for below toast is a blue ribbon winner. How do I know? Jared ate 5 slices. Here's what you do. Get a cast iron skillet really hot. Put in a slab of butter and rub piece of bread in it, then let it get toasty. Flip. Serve topped with scrambled eggs and honey. It takes just like French toast without all the mess and ingredients.
Alex cooks. Jared eats.
And eats some more.
Alex gets jealous, and steals Jared's food when he isn't looking.
Typical Saturday morning, so why should camping be any different?
Like that documentary I saw once where this man built a "tough as nails" glass box, took it to Africa, and locked himself inside with a camera. Did I mention that his buddy put a slaughtered antelope on top?
That guy was attacked by lions all night long. Cool documentary. Watch it sometime, and rejoice in your sanity.
Back to the Tetons.
The Evans family has a tradition that started during the many European adventures we had.
Snickers bars are the preferred energy food. They are perfect, sweet and salty, and coated in chocolate. And if I'm going to eat something like that, I'd much rather have it in candy bar form rather than something gross like a FiberOne bar etc.
Dont judge us until you've tried it. You're life will change.
The small and middle Tetons. Unfortunately, the Grand Teton was covered in cloud most of the morning. We spent a few hours hiking to Bradley and Taggart Lakes. Very pretty.
He's tough and gnarly, braving the rapids.
She loves butterflies and nature walks.
They are a perfect pair.
Our first view of Bradley Lake. This might have been my favorite lake of all the ones we hiked to. We decided that the next time we come up to Teton NP, we need to rent a kayak or two and spend the whole trip paddling around.
Alright! There's that mountain! Way to go Snickers! You got us through another 5 mile hike!
It pays to be huge. Your wife will take a picture and put it online.
Toughness, Jared vs mountain.
With only a Snickers bar.
You can't see the back side of this log from the photo, but this is the worlds largest natural teeter totter.
Moos has the BEST ice cream in Jackson, if not the best ice cream I have ever tasted. It is fresh made and organic. A perfect afternoon treat to enjoy in the sun at Jackson Hole.
Hiker a la mode.
Enjoying this place like a fat kid in a candy store...oh wait...
Sorry Dahling, I'd love to stay, but I really mustache.
Peace out Jackson.
Commence series of wild poppies. I love poppies.
Wait, that's not a poppy. No, it's Jared getting ready to enjoy his birthday dinner at a cute local Italian restaurant in Driggs. He got a calzone as big as his head. I'm sad I didn't get a picture, but I guess that gives us an excuse to go back again. Also, if you ever drive through Driggs on a Friday morning, they have a wonderful farmer's market. We stopped on our way into Jackson, and sampled some of the best cheeses this side of the pond (raw goats milk and cows milk cheeses), looked fondly at beautiful craft projects that don't involve headbands for your babies (which is what the Provo Farmer's Market is RIDDLED with. Gross) and I actually ogled at the beautiful produce. I'm sad we couldn't get any. But, here's to hoping that the next place we move will have a great farmer's market.
All in all a perfect weekend.
Jared indulged me COMPLETELY since he pulled over to the side of the road just to let me take pictures of horses.
I felt like I was channeling to energy of my father as I ran through the bushes, camera in hand, in the attempt to get the perfect shot.
Dad used to do that when we would take vacations. I remember once, we were driving in the rain, and we kids were all starving, I was probably 6. Suddenly, Dad stops the car, gets out in the rain and walks over to a pond, where he commences to squat down low and take pictures of the rain drops splashing the surface. Granted, he got some very cool pictures that later ended up on the walls in the house, but at the time all I thought was, "Dad, where are going, again?"
Oh yes, and happy Trails as well. Until next time folks.