I've said before that Grand Teton National Park is one of my favorite places on earth: dramatic peaks, rising from a flat plain, against a brilliant blue sky. The sight of the mountains, rising to 13,000 feet, takes one's breath away as one drives north from Jackson Hole or south from Yellowstone National Park.
I remember the first time I saw the mountains. I was driving from Portland to Washington, D.C, in 1983, where I would study Canon Law at The Catholic University of America. I pulled over on the side of the the road and stared, transfixed at what I said at the time was the most beautiful vista I had ever seen. I said at the time, that "I will, one day, return.
Since then, I have visited Teton about four times, most recently in August of 2025.
