The Grand Tetons

Yellowstone is impressive for its immense expanses of forests and meadows, but in my eyes it compares not to the dramatic peaks of the Grand Tetons. Driving south from Yellowstone, you cross the Rockefeller Parkway, round a bend, and suddenly the Tetons are in view, exploding out of Jackson Lake into the blue sky above.



Jagged and snow crested, they make a stunning first impression.




Even with ridiculous giant pink sunglasses, I can't steal the scene from the Tetons.



My fellow trip leaders/camp crew on the shore of Jackson Lake. From left to right: Morgan, Justin (aka Abe), Justin, and Lauran.



Mt. Moran in the pale morning light.




Hiking past Leigh Lake on my way into Paintbrush Canyon.