EVERY DAY IS A WINDING ROAD---EVERY DAY IS A FADED SIGN

Grand Teton National Park borders Yellowstone National Park on the south side. You know you’re really there when you see the ridge of the Teton Mountains rising from the valley like hard, sharp carnivore teeth.

The weather was stormy so we couldn’t see the top of Mt. Moran (named after a pioneer artist whose work convinced the people in Washington D.C. that the place must be preserved). The clouds also obscured the 13,770 ft (4198 m); crest of The Grand Teton (The Big Breast) named so by love-starved French Trappers.

"The Grand" on a sunny summer day

I would have called it The Fang, but that name wouldn’t have been as useful for joke tourist tee shirts—“I love Grand Tetons!” or, “Not All Tetons are Grand.”

The Teton Mountains are visible from our home in Idaho. And if we wanted to go home we had to cross over Teton Pass or take the long way around.

It started to rain.

And RAIN.

It was a good thing DH was driving, and also that we would be traveling on the side of the road against the mountain.

There was plenty of snow on the sides of the road and heavier rain as we went UP.

Confidence builder.

At the top there is quite a view on a sunny day. You can see halfway across Wyoming to the east and halfway across Idaho to the west---but not this time.

This is not a theme park ride. People die on The Teton Pass almost every year.

Not as much rain past the summit. Everything is downhill from here.

Just when condtions started to look better we see Road Damage.

Fortunately the mud slide didn’t cross the road.

We’re not in Wyoming any more.

Nope.