As we planned our big roadtrip, there were certain things I absolutely wanted, needed, to see. I’d always wanted to see the red rocks and formations in southern Utah. Of course, we’d see Old Faithful, I mean, what self respecting western traveler missed that, right?
Grand Teton is absolutely the most breathtaking, most exquisite thing I saw on our trip. Perhaps it was that they were so unexpected, so surprising.
You’ve seen the posters – fields of wild flowers, mountains in the background, clouds overhead. We’ve stood in that field.
The fields with herds of elk or horses and tall, snow peaked mountains in the back? We’ve been to those fields.
Cold rivers flowing through craggy peaks and over worn rocks? We rafted those rivers.
I’ve even sat on the grass of Jackson and blissfully listened to Jackson’s Music in the Hole, a truly homegrown, western 4th of July celebration complete with full orchestra, baritone and soprano soloists.
The Grand Tetons are said to be most spectacular because they rise, without foothills, from the
fields to the clouds. I think they are most spectacular because of all the represent. The softness of flowers, the abundance of green fields, the beauty and surprise of wild animals appearing on the horizon and the ruggedness of rough, snow topped mountains. It is the best of what life has to offer.
I am in love.