Jagged cliffs atop a harsh vertical rise. Rising suddenly from the smooth valley floor, the Tetons hold your attention more than anything else. Other ‘scenic views’ don’t hold a candle to mine right now.
Millions of pictures capture the raw beauty of the Tetons, yet there’s something about seeing them in person. A small frame diminishes their magnitude. Being in their shadow, you can’t escape them. They’re in your face, your peripherals, even your mind’s eye as you turn away.
Tory and I found amazing camping across from them. We couldn’t help but take picture after picture of the exact same view: this one captured wild flowers, the shadows shifted on the peak, the sun is hitting it just right.
There’s not much that can be said about the Tetons that they don’t say themselves.
As so we relax in their presence, completely content for time to stop, partially thinking about adventures to come but mostly marveling in our now.