I passed through gleaming, clean-as-a-whistle Jackson, stopping briefly at the Visitors Center, to inquire about WiFi, so that I could check for messages from a friend. I was politely directed to the first Visitors Center in the Grand Teton region.
So, on I went, and learned later that I needed to hone both my intuition and my communications skills. Nonetheless, the scenery en-route is both a tonic for the soul and a challenge- as if the mountains are saying ” Do you think you are a seasoned hiker? Come play with us, big boy!”
Little old me continued on the path to insight and enlightenment, though the wind made my t-shirt balloon out a bit.
Grand Teton, though, is not a long park, north to south. I found myself in the behemoth that is Yellowstone National Park, in very short order.
My Yellowstone visit will be covered in three posts: The bison herds to Shoshone Lake;
West Thumb and Yellowstone Lake; The Absaroka and Buffalo Bill State Park.
I left happy, but with a strange feeling that something was amiss.