Exploring the Hidden Roads | Adventure in Idaho and Wyoming
One of the trips I took this summer was up to Wyoming and Idaho. I had seen photos of the Sawtooths, a popular mountain range in central Idaho, but I wanted to stand below their vastness myself. Originally I had planned to go north to Glacier National Park. A week before I was to leave, I decided that I didn’t want to drive that far (18 some hours from Denver) and headed towards the Sawtooths instead.
The irony isn’t lost on me that we ended up driving even more on this trip than we would have if we had just stuck with our original trip to Glacier but I guess thats just how things go. I don’t know a lot but I know that I’ll never dwell on missed moments. This trip was a little bit of everything.
We started off backpacking in the Tetons, where we woke up to what sounded like a bear outside out tent, that turned out to be a jumping deer. We weaved in and out of the bison that crowd Yellowstone, and watched the sun dissipate the fog that had settle in the night over Yellowstone Lake. We sat with our feet in the water while the sun settled behind the wildfire smoke on Stanley Lake, listening to the familiar sounds of Johnny Cash and Bob Dylan on the radio of the only other family not tucked into their tents. We jumped from cliffs and swam in water so clear you could see all 15 feet between you and the bottom of the river. We drove, we looked at maps, we made friends with neighboring campers, we drank a lot of gingerale. And on the last day of the ten days of camping outside, we got ourselves a hotel room.
It is certainly trips like these that I will always remember so fondly. I’ll always been endlessly grateful for the opportunity to wake up in new and familiar places.