|Bison of the Day|
"So, I want to go to church today. She sat, curously paging through our park brochures. "Hum.. the church here in the park isn't open for another week or two... Oooo, there is a church in Jackson."
Being a long standing reformed Druid tree hugger, and not opposed to nourishing my soul, I nodded. And before long we on the road, headed south out of the park. It's a lovely drive to Jackson Hole. We passed snow and ice covered scenery.
|This lake was completely iced over.|
We drove a long a river and soon I was screeching (in my gentile, banshee like manner) for Joann to halt a bit, so I could photograph a pair of Barrow's Golden ducks. They weren't too far from shore, and when the car stopped I shot round after round of photo, then we drove on. Then I checked my photo...
Oh yeah, no doubt about it: I have GOT to start checking my camera settings first thing each morning. This poor duck looks like he's floating on snow. Where is that lighting control at? Why is he also fuzzy? Uh... I was doing soft focus on purpose... make him look younger.
Soon we were in The Grand Tetons National Park. Before long we stopped (our 33rd photo stop) at a little area dedicated for wildlife observation.
|Mount Moran mirrored on Jackson lake|
|This Yellow-headed Blackbird bustled on over to check us out.|
|Another view of Mt. Moran across the wildlife viewing area.|
|Elegant, drooping Yellow Bells|
|Yellow Prairie Violet|
|Vesper Sparrow, taking five between his song sets|
|Joann enjoying our Kodak moment|
|We found this stone bordered, picturesque spot |
I remembered from previous visits to the Tetons.
Then we arrived at the quintessential rocky craigs of the Tetons. Behold!
|The Cathedral Peaks Grouping|
|A straight view down the Grand Tetons range|
|I love his barely grown in yet, fuzzy, velvet covered |
antlers. Wish I could see him when they're grown in!
|He made the willow saplings look rather tasty.|
|Interesting stone buildings sat on the hillside, at the |
base of which metallic elk crossed a mountain peak
|This metallic bull elk silently bellows against a mountain |
backdrop - and THAT was adjacent to the parking lot!
|I was impressed by this double bison statue - inspiring, yes?|
|There was even art in bicycle racks!|
The National Wildlife Refuge is just north of Jackson Hole. Our luck - no elk! Then again, I don't think I have ever, in 20 years, been at the refuge when there were elk present. I think they might be seasonal there.
|A Grizzly rounds on a bull and his gal by the front entrance.|
|The view of Elk Range from the Visitor Center.|
|Plaza view, downtown Jackson. Though elk shed their |
antlers naturally, I find the antler arbor kind of makes me a little ill.
|Get inside the Inn, look up, and WOW!|
|The Inn is the world's largest log hotel. For myself,|
I can't believe there are more than one, can you?
|In the distant past, orchestras used to play in the little |
'tree house' up top. That must have been a sight to see.
After the Inn we visited - quite briefly because it was about to close for the day - the 'new', to me that is, Visitor Center near the Inn. Quite grand.
|Joann headed in for a look-see|
|In the Visitor Center, this view is the entrance...|
|...the opposite direction gives you a view of |
Old Faithful Geyser, steaming in the distance.
So, for Pete's Sake, we didn't get Joann 'to the church on time'... or even to church, but if reverence for the works of Mother Nature and silent contemplation of her inspirational work counts, then our spirits moved none-the-less.