From behind the waters of Jenny Lake rose a cathedral of stone, including the highly-photogenic (if you have a working battery) trio of peaks- Middle Teton, Grand Teton and Mount Owen. Although Kat and I had just spent 3 days amongst the wonders of Yellowstone National Park, we were still in awe.
I'd love to show you some pictures of Grand Teton National Park. Yep. Sure would. I could show you the moose that stood shoulder deep in a pond, dipped it's massive head under water, then re-appeared with a mouthful of plants. I'd love to illustrate the dramatic shift in landscape as the mountainous regions of Yellowstone yielded to marshy plains that pressed a series of lakes against a breathtaking wall of mountains.
This, however, is the point in the journey when Kat and I discovered the bane of our outback roadtripping- electricity. See, when you camp in remote campgrounds, you can't recharge your video/phone/camera batteries. We had purchased a cigarette-lighter converter, but that only really works when you're driving. When you're hiking, instead of driving, that doesn't charge your batteries. So, as Kat and I oohed and ahhed, our camera battery charged.
Our road trip had turned south. Kat and I had been hoping to drive to the West Coast and dip our toes in the Pacific, but we impulsively decided that we didn't want to spend too much of our vacation on the road. I had been thumbing through our Rough Guide and found myself returning time and again to Utah.
Never, in the entire time we had planned our road trip, had we entertained the idea of visiting Utah. I had passed through Salt Lake City when I was 7. When I was 22, I sped down Highway 70 and 15 on the way to Los Angeles, but I never thought to stay. Kat had never visited the state at all. Still, I found myself turning again and again to the images of southern Utah and Bryce Canyon National Park.
By the time we reached Bryce Canyon, our batteries were charged, and it's a good thing they were.
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