No matter how sophisticated you may be,
a large granite mountain cannot be denied.
It speaks in silence to the very core of your being.
It speaks in silence to the very core of your being.
- Photographer Ansel Adams
As we drove through the Grand Tetons National Park, a Bible verse kept floating in and out of my head:
1 I will lift up my eyes to the hills—
From whence comes my help?
2 My help comes from the LORD,
Who made heaven and earth.
From whence comes my help?
2 My help comes from the LORD,
Who made heaven and earth.
Psalm 121: 1-2
How could anyone deny the Creator in this magnificent place?
I think I loved the Grand Tetons even more than Yellowstone ... and that's saying something. It certainly didn't hurt that a sweatshirt felt good on an early summer morning, especially after leaving 100-degree-plus weather behind in Kansas. (Of course, it didn't take long for the sweatshirt to be thrown into the backseat, but it was good while it lasted.)
Maybe I loved it because we experienced the Tetons at a more leisurely pace, including walking a trail between Jenny Lake and Leigh Lake.
Maybe it was the fog that played hide-and-seek with the mountaintops on a beautiful August morning, creating a study of light and shadows.
Maybe it was the break in the trees that revealed a mountain peak reflected in the waters of Jenny Lake.
The walk was a study in contrasts. Along the smooth-as-glass surface of Leigh Lake, we found an overturned National Park Service canoe perched at the edge.
Birdsong was the only accompaniment to our footsteps until we reached the banks of the Snake River, where water fell over the rocks with a different kind of music.
How could you leave this spot feeling anything but thankful?
Maybe I loved it because we experienced the Tetons at a more leisurely pace, including walking a trail between Jenny Lake and Leigh Lake.
Maybe it was the fog that played hide-and-seek with the mountaintops on a beautiful August morning, creating a study of light and shadows.
Maybe it was the break in the trees that revealed a mountain peak reflected in the waters of Jenny Lake.
The walk was a study in contrasts. Along the smooth-as-glass surface of Leigh Lake, we found an overturned National Park Service canoe perched at the edge.
Birdsong was the only accompaniment to our footsteps until we reached the banks of the Snake River, where water fell over the rocks with a different kind of music.
How could you leave this spot feeling anything but thankful?
A Panoramic View of the Grand Tetons
Within this space, the Creator
must have intended
to bring man in humility to his knees.
-- Margaret E. Murrie, Grand Teton Official National Park Handbook, 1984
must have intended
to bring man in humility to his knees.
-- Margaret E. Murrie, Grand Teton Official National Park Handbook, 1984
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