Early morning in the Grand Tetons. Very quiet. Slightly smokey. Little quakes here and there. From here, on to Yellowstone. For the next week I have the uneasy feeling of being a lobster on top of a gigantic pot about to boil.
Somebody in the neighborhood is cooking bacon. Or is it pancakes? Or maybe a dead chipmunk? Whatever it is, it is very interesting and tempting, but not worth getting up for. I love to watch the girls. They are endlessly entertaining. What I imagine they…
Porch Chronicles 