After the hustle and bustle of Yellowstone, arriving at Grand Teton was a welcome respite. We traveled south on Rt. 89 on the John D. Rockefeller Memorial Parkway—what a feast for the eyes! This road connects the two parks, forming an unbroken area of sheer beauty. We arrived at Colter Bay Campground, a first come, first serve place. What a delight after being hemmed in on all sides at Fishing Bridge! The sites had lots of trees and some privacy. It is mostly a primitive campground (only 13 sites with electric), but there was a water fill station and a dump station. We filled the tank then proceeded into our pull-through spot. RV lesson #62—when the rv manual says to level your camper in order for the refrigerator to work, believe it. The fridge did work intermittently, but it was a good thing the weather was cool or else we would have lost all our perishable food.
We set up, met our neighbors–a delightful couple from California who had been full-timing for a year, then took a stroll to Jackson Lake. What beauty and peace! We sat on the rocky shore and soaked up the view and some sun!
On the way back to the RV, we noticed a pair of fairly new looking tennis shoes in the woods. Hmmm, that seemed odd. Some distance more, we saw another shoe. Something was fishy. When we arrived back at camp I mentioned the shoe mystery to our neighbors. “Oh, yes,” they said, “don’t leave your shoes outside unattended. There is a fox in the campground that likes to steal shoes.” Hahaha. Well, foxes ARE members of the dog family, so that makes sense. On our walk around the park that evening, we noticed a huge pile of shoes at the check-in station. Mr. Fox is one busy guy!
After dinner, we decided to break out the Scrabble game our friends from Carnation City Players had given Alan at our Bon Voyage party. Since we didn’t have electric and didn’t want to run our battery down by turning on the lights we decided to wear our headlamps while playing. Bad idea! We about blinded each other every time we looked up from the board.
After our “no hiking” experience at Yellowstone, we thought, “This is nuts!” So we bought some bear spray and headed out on the trail around Jenny Lake up to Hidden Falls. It was a well-traveled route with lots of foot traffic, so pretty safe. The highlight of our hike was getting a text from our son with the news that we had a new granddaughter! What a blessing! We had to stop several other hikers and share our joy. Everyone was very gracious and congratulated us.
That evening as we were relaxing around our fire, we noticed many delightful cooking smells wafting through the air. Yum! It sure smelled delicious, but we shook our heads in disbelief. Why would campers be cooking steaks in the fall, at a park out West, where an ongoing drought has caused many of the bears to seek food from anywhere they could get? Well, before we knew what was happening, something caught our eye, we looked up and saw a bear running right through our campsite! Apparently a guy on the next loop had been cooking steaks on the grill when that bear stood right up on the other side of the grill and licked his chops! YIKES! He was a young bear and looked pretty scared, poor thing. He hightailed it off into the woods, but it gave the campground something to talk about the rest of the week.