Grand Tetons - French for “tits”

Take your lonely explorer. He’s been wandering the west for weeks, maybe months. He and his buddies come around a bend and voilà! Tits!

I can only imagine how exciting it must have been to see the Tetons for the first time. For us, they were pretty damn amazing, and all we had to do was drive a climate controlled car there.

Climate-controlled was key, though, since temperatures dipped down below freezing, shocking our poor bodies more used to the 90 degree desert temperatures than this.

It’s also important to note: Jay and I had some extra help in the Tetons. Whereas everywhere else we’ve just fumbled through on our own, Diane and Angie - friends of friends but strangers to us until that day - live nearby and graciously showed up at our hotel at 10 am to show us around.

I think we saw all the best spots south of Jackson Lake where we were staying. We saw a black bear (a grizzly was reportedly roaming within 5 miles of our hotel, but we never saw her):

I got to ferry us across a river:

And we toured an original homestead cabin:

As well as a cute little church:

We also sorta got charged by a buffalo. In our haste to get out of his path, we didn’t get many pictures, but here’s one where he stares us down:

And I got to taste one of my favorite flavors that is inexplicably not sold on the west coast: huckleberry! I have since purchased huckleberry jam, lemonade, brownie mix, chocolate taffy, and vinaigrette. Chris & Dora take note: if there’s a real huckleberry festival, I’m in!

But again and again, we just kept taking pictures of the Tetons themselves. Their distinctive silhouettes against the sky captivated us (insert dirty joke here).

Up next: geysers geysers everywhere + the best sunset EVER

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