Friday, July 4, 2014

Shower Envy


 June 24


Our campsite gets no cell or internet reception, but work must go on, so we drive to Jackson Lake Lodge within Grand Teton NP every day for our wireless needs.  

The lodge itself is so very civilized (gift shops, cafes, that sort of thing). It is home to the World Peace Table, where treaties were signed by diplomats of the US and USSR.  

It looks like it was picked out of a thrift store.


Perhaps this is not what draws the tourists.  The lodge has a commanding view of the Tetons through the massive windows of the upper lobby.  Important-looking business people scurry about the conference rooms in their suits and ties.  

I'll bet they all had showers this morning.

It is so silly that cleanliness has become such a consuming thought to me.  When the advantages of unlimited hot water are gone, my ability to smell soap at great distances has heightened exponentially.  Maybe this is why tent campers must keep their toiletries in bear boxes.  The bears miss hot showers and come into camp for the soap.

So far we have not seen any bears at our site, for which I am very thankful.  I don't mind seeing them from the road, but having one peer into our home is a pleasure I could happily forgo.

On the way home from our excursion, we stop at a pulloff where a large tour bus has just disembarked its passengers who are all now taking selfies in front of the mountain backdrop.  

I have noticed this behavior everywhere we have gone.  Having a picture of something beautiful is not enough.  It seems not to count unless there is a human partially blocking the view.  We had the misfortune of getting stuck behind one gal in YNP who must have taken a selfie in front of every thermal pool in that particular basin.  She would take a moment to compose herself, fluff her hair, make that fish face, and click.  Another epic moment recorded on her iphone.  

This scenery is too lovely to ruin by taking a selfie, so I find a cluster of lupine and get to work.  


In search of a bright pink flower that we keep driving by, I climb to the base of a small valley where a mule deer peeks at me from behind a rock.  I walk cautiously toward and then away from her as curiosity gets the best of the deer.  She follows from behind her hiding spot and walks slowly toward me.  I would like to anthropomorphize her and make believe I am in Bambi, but I have seen videos of deer giving humans a sound thrashing with their front hooves and want none of that.  I trot back to the car as the deer takes a few more inquisitive steps and then vanishes into the woods.


Dark clouds hang heavy over the Tetons and soon expel fat drops of rain for a short while.  The sun comes out again, returning the mountain view at our site and spreading a rainbow across the sky.


Long after the sun sets, we hear the chilling howl of a wolf pack in the inky blackness.  

2 comments:

  1. From hilarious to sublime. Thanks for the commentary and the great images.

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    1. Thanks twobikes! I wish the mosquitos had been more sublime. You can't see me in this picture, but the little vampires are congregating around my ankles and bleeding me dry. I will call this place Anemia Point.

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