After Yellowstone, we were following the Lewis River (which should really have been called the Chameleon River).
At one point we found this wild waterfall...
After Yellowstone, we were following the Lewis River
(which should really have been called the Chameleon River).
At one point we found this wild waterfall...
...which immediately morphed into a mellow meandering stretch...
...and that in turn changed into a rugged white water canyon just a mile down the stream.
Soon we spotted sharp peaks ahead of us.
They segued into the Teton Range...
...and stayed with us for the rest of the afternoon.
You could see them peeking over the Jackson Lake Dam...
...and over the Signal Mountain Lodge...
...where we took a little road onto the top of the Signal Mountain.
At the top of the mountain there were several overlooks...
...from which you could see the Tetons...
...and on the other side the wide valley of the Snake River.
It was a beautiful afternoon, when we arrived at the Tetons...
...so we crossed a little river (I forgot the name, but it was not Rubicon)...
...and went for a hike.
At first we were following that little non-rubicon...
...and then skirted around the Jenny Lake.
There were few people on the trail, so we saw some wildlife, too: a marmot (I think)...
...and a bit later a pretty tame deer.
Halfway around the lake, the trail turned into the mountains...
...and lead us to Hidden Falls.
From the Tetons we continued on the road 191 to Jackson...
...a well kept mountain resort town...
...where even a local bank was built in style.
Jackson's most distinctive feature is an Antler Arc.
In case you didn't get the memo, here it is again.
Even the public park has one at its entrance.
In the park we ran into a theater troupe rehearsing for an evening performance...
...but we had other places to go to and so we hit the road (191) again,
heading south for Interstate 80.
The countryside south of Jackson was my favorite part of non-yellowstone Wyoming...
...but after about 70 miles the landscape mellowed out,
and we were back in the prairie land.
And that was just fine,
because soon we plunged into the night and drove all the way to Rock Springs.