Snow on Signal Mountain
The snow started yesterday just as we entered the park and blew with a lake effect off Jackson Lake for most of the afternoon. It was so tempting to lie abed, because the storm wasn't predicted to lift until late today. But we did not. Went out to the Oxbow, because it was simple, fought off the hordes and got skunked by Mt. Moran, which should look like this or this.
So I found this instead. I really liked the rim of snow on the trees, and waited until the photography workshop and the other serious - oh so serious photographers left. In the meantime, I climbed up the ridge to clear some willows and waited. Until the sun came out. And this is the result.
My kayak is the yellow one
A quote attributed to Abraham Lincoln says that most people are about as happy as they make their minds to be. Saw both ends of that spectrum today. A very serious photographer told me I could come down the slope he was about to ascend, but to stay out of his picture. Of course, I smiled, and went about my business. Later, Mr. Serious was long gone, the cloud cover having ruined his morning shot and another gentleman arrived in his canoe-laden camper. He admired the view and stopped to check out our boats. (Boat people and photographers are kind of like dogs in that Gary Larson cartoon, always noticing each other's rigs in a parking lot.) He and R had a delightful chat about the merits of rudders vs skegs on sea kayaks (R is generally opposed to the rudder, now that we've had the boats for 10 years and know how to paddle without. It serves mostly as a sail that weathercocks badly in the slightest wind. Next boat has a skeg.) Mr. Canoe had just bought a used kayak for an excellent price, and was having an excellent time on his trip north. Like us.
Signing off from the Jackson Lake Lodge
