Today was a five moose kind of day. Woke up bright and early (about 8:00 AM which was an hour later than we wanted to) and drove like mad to get a parking spot at Jenny Lake. While not quite in the actual parking lot (that takes getting up at seven), we did manage to find a parking spot at the back end of the turn-off road leading into the lot. Fifteen minutes later and we would have ended up somewhere on the park road, maybe over a mile to the trail head.

We then spent almost an hour eating breakfast (smoked salmon on wasa crackers with leftover campfire potatoes), packing our bags and otherwise getting ready for the day. Afterward it was off the canyon we (and seemingly everyone else in the park) love so dearly. The crowds, the clouds and the elevation gains did not bother us at all.

Yesterday was a different day. Corey slept in and the campground was empty by the time we shuffled off. It was then a short drive followed by a second cup of coffee in the grasslands facing a bison herd.  Afterwards we snapped photos of the Snake River from an overlook before driving down to the river bed for a picnic. Then we wandered Mormon Row a bit before splitting another coffee at Dornan’s. Dinner, for me, was a barbeque steak with grilled potatoes and red peppers (Corey made a very yummy kimchi based salad for herself).

Both of those day are the kind you look back at in the deep of winter. Or maybe they enter the edge of consciousness toward the end of some endless work meeting. You can almost feel the warmth of the sun on the back of your neck while your physical self remains in the day to day grind. Not every day can be like those two. Thankfully though enough of them are.