Deep breath in… and out. The smell of pine and sagebrush. The feeling of rock and dirt beneath my boots. Sharp mountain peaks, bright midday sun, glimmering glacial lakes. And the sounds: call of the magpie, chirping of chipmunks, gurgling and whooshing of mountain streams, crackling of moose footsteps. This is the experience of a national park. I am grateful to those who had the foresight to preserve these places. I am thankful that I’ve had the opportunity to visit them.
Here’s some of what I saw on the latest trip – to Grand Teton National Park in Wyoming.
of course, there are the mountains
Didn’t realize at the time that this was about where Ansel Adams snapped a famous photo, I think he was a bit further upstream.
A forest fire burns at the base of Mount Moran. Fires are most often started by lightning and are closely monitored while they are left to burn. They are beneficial to many plants, such as lodgepole pine.
Part of the park’s “sustainable” menu: elk/bison burgers at Jackson Lake Lodge. They were delicious, and so was the view.
families of fauna
pollinators aplenty, and maybe some pests
This may or may not be an Asian longhorn beetle. If it is, I’m sorry I didn’t report the little bugger (I didn’t know they frequented these parts). I was too busy trying to get this shot as he was perched on my shoulder.
If we were staying one more day, I think I might have wanted to try paragliding. We watched this guy take off from Rendezvous Mountain.