One cold day in the Tetons

On our last day in Wyoming we had just enough time to get, well, high before boarding our plane.

And we figured that 9,000 feet was quite high enough for a couple of Florida flatlanders.

So we checked out of our hotel in Jackson Hole and drove to Teton Village.

Where we boarded the aerial tram which took us to the top of Rendezvous Mountain.

In the space of a 15 minute hoist, the temperature dropped from the 60s to the 40s. How cool was that?

And everywhere we looked we could see miles and miles of miles and miles.

Fun fact: Grand Teton means “large teat,” or “large breast” in French-Canadian. Don’t ask me. I didn’t name them.

Suffice it to say that from up there we could see many prominent landmarks that appeared to be quite, um, Tetonish in form and figure.

But I digress.

Once we got up there we saw this guy spreading a multi-colored fabric like thingie over the ground. As though he expected it to do something.

And the next thing you know this multi-colored fabric like thingie rose up into the air like Aladdin’s magic carpet.

And proceeded to sweep this guy right off his feet.

And catapult him high up into the air up there.

Listen, I’ve been to two rodeos and a goat roping. But I ain’t never seen anything like that.

Because, after all, I was a Florida flatlander on top of the world.

After a while we got very cold. So we adjourned into a shack-like structure where they were selling waffles like nobody’s business.

This because when it gets really, really cold on top of the world folks need waffles just to survive.

Having gotten fed up on waffles, we said goodbye to the Tetons.

And adios to Wyoming.

And boarded a plane for San Francisco. And not a moment too soon.

Because the weather was closing in fast. And the next thing you know, we could barely see any big teat…I mean any grand Tetons out there.

But as usual I digress.