A grand trip

A skiing we went, with me being the one to cry, "Wait for me!"

The grandkids Em and Cord, the daughter and the grandma headed east out of Driggs toward the Tetons, skis and other gear packed.

We got to the trailhead in mid morning and found a place to park.

Em and Cord take ski lessons and showed it. What troopers. They started a bit slow, but once under way and especially after some trail mix treats, they literally kicked it into gear. The daughter found her stride after a quick wax job on her skis. She, too, has been practicing.

As luck had it, the trail groomer was right ahead of us, making perfect tracks for us to follow.

We skiied past the Boy Scout camp nearly to the campground before time ran out and we had to turn around. It was nearly a race to get back to the start.

The weather warmed up and we were hot enough to steam up the car windows on the way home. Teton Canyon is beautiful any time of the year, but last sunny, clear Saturday, it was the most perfect spot on earth. Thanks Sally.

Cabin fever

No, we don't live in a cabin. And no, we're not sick.
But my-oh-my did we have a desparate need to get out of the place.
It's the sunshine that does it.
When the winds are howling and the skies gray, the choice is always to stay in the den. That's why they call it that, right? The den.
After a great snowshoeing trip yesterday in the sunshine, it was just too difficult to stay indoors today.
So we took a picnic lunch to our destination - Palisades Reservoir - and headed out, through field after endless field of bright, white snow.
Tracks occasionally broke up the whiteness, tracks of snowmobilers and of animals.
Swan Valley is famous for its winter deer herds and we saw lots of their tracks and a few of the actual animals.
The other plentiful sighting was of fishermen. Ririe Reservoir had about 100 with their tents and augers. They were set up all along the South Fork of the Snake. Palisades has a few and there could have been more, but we didn't drive too far along the shore.
Home now, we're both a little snow blind for looking out at the sparkling crystals on all sides for 150 miles, but it's better than that disease it cured.