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A Moose, some Mountains, and a Marriage

March 17, 2011

We left our Idaho house destined for Jackson Hole.  Without any communication service, we were largely in the dark about weather conditions.  Tim trekked over to the neighbor’s to get some internet action, and his report gave us hope for snow.  We found our campground finally, after much searching in the dark and then asking a restaurant that was supposed to be in walking distance.  We pulled into a narrow snow plowed driveway and bumped our way over the frozen road until we found an office.  Soon we pulled onto a patch of ice and called it a night.  The next morning, my boot met not with the soft sound of new powder, but the rock hard crunch of ice.  I was worried, but I kept it to myself. 

After the short drive to the mountain, we parked and hopped on the shuttle.  Shrouded in an enormous low cloud, we still hoped that the upper mountain would be graced with new snow.  After all it is about a 3500 foot elevation change from the bottom.  The gondola ride didn’t reveal much, the cloud was thick to the slope.  Our notion was to hike to the top of the Casper bowl that we remembered from 14 years ago.   A rope across the access point dashed our hopes, so we buckled up to head down on the main drag.  The

Jackson Hole

sounds of our edges scraping against the ice confirmed what our eyes couldn’t see.  We went straight to the ticketing office and asked if we could exchange our tickets for the next day.  Miraculously, they said yes and within an hour we were back on the shuttle toward our truck. 

We did the tourist thing in Jackson Hole, got some breakfast and then decided to drive up to Yellowstone to see what animals might show themselves.  After seeing the mass of elk in the reserve, we lucked out and caught sight of a moose feeding on twigs.  We continued on our merry way north until the call of a little mountain (in comparison)  began to sing its sweet siren.  Tim and I looked at each other and knew that we were going up there.  We parked and pulled out our gear.  The snow looked sparse in places but we have boarded through sage brush on more than one occasion. 

As we ascended, the sun warmed us, but also the snow beneath our feet.  Several easy steps would be followed by more than a few that sunk us to our hip.  Soon we reached the top, and a quick look to the other side revealed better coverage.  We strapped in and took off, but it wasn’t long before

Making my way to the top

 thick trees ended our run.  We climbed up and did it again anyway, just for those few perfect turns.  On our third ascent to the top, the clouds gave way, and offered us the full splendor of the Tetons in all their glory.  We reveled in the view, strapped in again and headed down the west side of the slope, dodging emerging brush and softened patches.  It was heavenly and inspired yet another climb to the top.  It was a perfect, unplanned adventure with my best friend and life companion.

My best friend Tim Morley

The Tetons, Our reward

5 Comments leave one →
  1. Amy Waynar permalink
    March 18, 2011 12:39 am

    WOW – looks like tons of fun…When Dave reads this he is going to have to hold his mouth shut – he will be in such Awe~ Enjoy you two Enjoy!

  2. March 18, 2011 1:23 am

    Yes indeed, the life of the vagabonds. I would love to walk with you, but I always end up running! Can you run yet??

  3. Susie Green permalink
    March 18, 2011 4:47 am

    hey! did you make it to the gun and barrel? The Tetons are one of my very favorite places! what great pictures! I talked to Betty and there are a few horses. We need to check them out. stay in touch! Susie

    • March 18, 2011 4:50 am

      Hey Susie, Yes – we made it with 2 minutes to spare! The buffalo prime rib was as good as we remembered. Great that you talked to Betty, which horses are you interested in? I love looking at her website.

  4. Susie Green permalink
    March 19, 2011 3:05 pm

    hey, maybe sometime after you live here we can go to Jackson together. anyhow, I think I talked to Betty about a few horses. The one you told us about Zanibar, one called Dharma Karma – she is a little jumpy, she said, Gun smokin – has not so good legs. wanna go fast sounds pretty good and I think there is one more. we have to see if we can make it up there sometime to check them out! anyhow, stay in touch. I look forward to your next pictures and story! Susie

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