We flew into Salt Lake City, and started our drive up to Yellowstone through Idaho. We stopped in Rexburg to visit with my brother, Spicer, who was attending school there. He wasn't able to join us for the family reunion because he had his last performance at BYU Idaho. We stopped by and checked out the set for his play, grabbed something to eat, and checked into a hotel for the night.
|The set of The Shoemaker's Holiday.|
|Approaching the Tetons!|
Once we woke up in the morning, we were on our way to the Grand Tetons. The Tetons were named by a Frenchman (surprise, surprise!) because of their resemblance to...well, I think you know. My dad enjoyed making lots of colorful jokes our whole time here. The Tetons contained some of the most spectacular scenery I have ever seen, and if you know me, you know I am a sucker for a pretty view. Cue the excessive amounts of pictures.
|This quote is my LIFE.|
|The water was so unbelievably clear (and cold).|
|My dad is my hero. He pushed London up and over and around rocks and hills in this dinky umbrella stroller; no small feat!|
|I loved how lush and dense the greenery was.|
|Moose Track Jack.|
|My first ever selfie. (Post-Myspace, anyways. ;))|
Instead of hiking around the rest of the lake, we took a ferry back to the trail head. We got another breath-taking view as we crossed the lake:
As amazing as the Tetons were, they were only the appetizer to our figurative feast awaiting us at Yellowstone.