The Smokies, the Rockies, the Sierras, the Cascades, the Uintas...
...and the majestic Tetons in western Wyoming!
The literal English translation: "The Large Nipples".
...only the French. Mais Oui!
We spent 3 peaceful nights and 4 glorious days...
...canoeing...
...portaging...
...camping...
...hiking...
...and at mealtimes...
...enjoying some of the 'best seats in the house'.
It was the height of the elk breeding season. The bull elks 'bugled' throughout the night - a misnomer - as it should be called 'screeching'.
...you might half expect Alice's Jabberwocky to swoop across the sky.
As we sat by the campfire...listening to the bugling of the elk...the full moon rose across the lake.
We enjoyed numerous wildlife sightings: hormone-crazed elk, sweet, calm deer, scolding red squirrels, and a beautiful bald eagle that flew overhead as we canoed across Leigh Lake.
Guests stopped by for breakfast...
...and we had fresh mountain snow to chill our margaritas.
Gratefully there were no bear sightings...
However - with further scrutinizing - I expertly deduced that Teton bears probably didn't wear Sorels.
(It really did look like a bear paw from a distance...Really!)
Then there was the thieving little mouse who - while we were distracted with roasting the perfect marshmallows - stole the Hershey's chocolate right off of our graham cracker!
Like a true chocoholic...he absconded with the goods in the blink of an eye. We imagined him somewhere in the forest lying belly-up in a chocolate-induced coma. Touche!
Bottom line...
We didn't want to leave...
...we want to go back.
