I took this shot with my regular old Canon camera.
“Where are we going?” Gladys asked, mostly for sport I supposed.
“The Grand Tetons, Gladys, we TOLD you that,” Andrew said immediately.
“What’s a Teton?”
“A mountain. The Grand Tetons are mountains,” Andrew replied in his all-knowing almost-seven-years-old sort of way.
I listened nonchalantly. “I wonder if there was someone named Teton.” I thought aloud. Yeah, I was imagining us learning about this man named Teton.
My husband gave me that look. You know, that ‘why are you saying that out loud’ kind of look.
“I thought you took French.”
“I did take French,” I replied, “Six years of French.”
“So, in all that time, you never learned the word teton?” he said with the kind of emphasis that explains everything quite clearly.
“Oh, no, I think only the boys learned those kinds of words.”
“If you think of it in a historical perspective,” Jay went on. “You have to imagine that the first European explorers who came through here had been on their horses for a very, very long time. I don’t suspect they brought their wives.”
“Probably not, I agreed,” and we both laughed. It wasn’t until we saw the far side of the mountains in Idaho that we agreed they really do look a bit like ‘tetons.’
“What, Mom?” Andrew asked.
“You’re right, honey, the Grand Tetons are mountains,” I replied in an all-knowing nearly-40 more-naïve-than-she-likes-to-admit sort of way. I imagined my second-grader on the first day of school writing a report 'what I saw on my vacation'. Hmm. What would he title that I wonder?
Here are the snooty photographers who we stood next to for probably 30 minutes and would not make eye contact with us. We found them before 6am at this spot, which is where I took the picture on the top of this post. We were not in their way. I can only imagine our lenses were not big enough for their taste. Or, perhaps they had spent a great deal of money on their photography tour, only to find a few Joe Shmoes found the same spot down that dirt road with their 4x4.
Okay, their pictures were probably better - but we had WAY more fun.If there were dirt roads to be travelled, we found them, often at 5:30am.
Good bye, Grand Tetons! By the end of the day, we were in Yellowstone.
I think I had told people we were 'going to Yellowstone' on vacation. Was this a trip to Yellowstone? By this time, I had forgotten.