Large Teton (explored)
Mount Moran I believe has her head in a cloud. The French trappers had other names for the mountain group. They missed their girls. I insisted that we spend the night in the Tetons to perhaps capture a sunrise or sunset from the spot that photographers line and swish their hips to protect their prize winner. We arrived at 7:30 p.m. and the pull out was empty. I got out of the car and set up a tripod and watched breeding plumaged Common Loons and Canada Geese. It was a dull mountain scene but full of birds and naughty elk playing. I got back in the car and pulled out the wheat thins and a bottle of wine and said--here "play angry birds, I think if we wait the sky will turn pink like it did when Old Faithful did it's thing last night". So we waited in the lonely pull out. Then the pink pinked and a few cars pulled in and then the red grew and another car pulled in. The youngsters got out their iphones and took a snap. I paid my way through college working summers near here. I have never seen the mountains so beautiful--maybe because I was serving thawed frozen trout on a bed of lemons and almonds..