One more Tetons post, comin' atcha. It was near impossible to narrow down all the pictures and all the things we wanted to say into two posts, let alone one. So here we are again, talking about our trip. We have a plethora of photos clogging our hard drive. I was snap happy everywhere we went, because everywhere I looked, it was BEAUTIFUL. Even porta-potties were nestled beautifully along the side of mountains; never in my life did I think I'd use "nestled beautifully" and "porta-potties" in the same sentence, but here we are!
Oh, those mountains. You know how people say, "I'm a beach person," or "I'm a mountain person," or "I'm a city person," yada, yada, yada. Well, this trip made me think I just might be a mountain person. The fall-like weather was also a great relief from Nashville's August heat, so that helped the mountains' case!
This trip really came at just the right time. I think we all could use a little unplugged time in nature every once in a while, and my phone pretty much stopped working as soon as we crossed the Colorado/Wyoming border. So even though it was a forced unplugging, I have to say, it was nice. Really nice. (That is, until we needed GPS.)
It's a gift to not be bombarded by the news and notifications and noise. Deep breaths and deep conversations and deep belly-laughs filled the space, and, broken record here, but it was GOOD. It was a little taste of how I think life should be, or at least how I'd like my life to be.
It got me thinking about time, and how I'm spending it. How much more time I have in a day when my phone doesn't work, and I'm not checking apps and emails. Kyle sang, "Should've Been a Cowboy," in the twangiest voice he could muster pretty much the entire time, and good grief, Toby Keith. I think you might be onto something!
Anyway, how about some pictures?
Jackson Hole really won us over, despite Kyle calling everyone there a "J-Hole," which he thought was THE funniest thing ever. Call me one too, but I'm a big fan of Jackson's picturesque streets and semi-gimmicky gift shops.
(I like a good tourist sweatshirt, if I'm being honest.)
This photo was taken out the car window, approximately 2 minutes before Cory got pulled over for speeding in the park. HA! But let's go ahead and focus on the beautiful mountains, for his sake! ;)
Cory planned a long, long hike for us (long for me, okay?). So we woke up extra early one morning and took the first boat across Jenny Lake to start the 10-mile trek. He's the definition of preparedness, and thank goodness. Because Kyle and I are rarely—if ever—prepared. He and Mal packed protein bars and Sour Patch Kids (highly necessary) and energy gel packs. We each had Camelbaks full of water and Darn Tough socks on our tooties and just the right amount of layering. I'd hike any mountain range if Cory was in charge, is what I'm saying. We were READY.
Mal and I are so very thankful that we somehow picked guys who genuinely like each other and have a good time together and laugh at the same things. Or, at least we picked guys who are REALLY good at faking it. Either way, I'll take it, and I'm so grateful.
^^^I mean, really. Go see them for yourself, guys. You need to.
Mallory and Cory managed to plan AMAZING meals for us. We were never hungry, thanks to them. They have this whole camping thing down pat, and we learn so much from them every time we tag along!
Euchre, anyone? Playing cards on a cooler made me think of our 4-H days. Except our dusty cooler was in Wyoming, not the sheep or cattle barns at the Miami County Fairgrounds. Just a liiiiitle different, but equally wonderful.
I made Kyle wake up before sunrise one morning so we could come to this spot and take pictures. But it turns out, the Snake River Overlook is super popular, and there was a HERD of professional photographers clogging the pull-off. We're talking hundreds. So I climbed down in the weeds and snapped way too many similar-looking pictures.
Old Faithful! What a cool thing to experience. It's a miracle I got this shot, as I had to dodge around 10 selfie sticks in the process. But there she blows!
I'm so glad we stopped by the Grand Prismatic Spring. It's the largest hot spring in the United States, third-largest in the world. These things are beautiful and unlike anything I've seen before, but also incredibly dangerous. If you fall into one of these hot springs, your body will dissolve completely. It's odd, because you walk on a pretty narrow boardwalk right next to them, and there really aren't any barriers to keep you away from it. And again, SO. MANY. SELFIE STICKS.
I read up on the Yellowstone Super Volcano before this trip, and if you don't want to sleep one night, you should too! It was weird to see the actual rim of the volcano surrounding us as we drove through the park.
Well, there you have it! The Tetons and Yellowstone and Jackson, WY. Please promise me you'll go, okay? Go and unplug and breathe deeply, and roast marshmallows. And maybe invite me, too. :)