The Teton National Park brochure says there are rocks in the Teton range that are over 2.5 million years old, but the mountains themselves are among the youngest in the world. Something to do with fault lines, massive earthquakes and glacial erosion. All I know is I keep coming back to this place because no matter how they were formed these are some beautiful peaks.
After spending so much time in the deserts of Utah and at Mesa Verde, I looked forward to seeing my mountains again. First of all, the drive up through Wyoming is beautiful, especially along highway 189, from Bondurant to Jackson, winding along the Snake River, surrounded by canyon walls, lodge pole pines, and snow-capped ranges. The town of Jackson is very crowded and touristy and we drove through it without stopping. In a few miles we came around a bend and there in front of was the sight we have been looking forward to: the jagged peaks and deep canyons of the Tetons rising, abruptly from the Jackson Hole Valley.
We fished the rivers and lakes in the park, relaxed on the lake shores, and drove around looking at herds of bison and elk grazing in the park’s many meadows (as the photo below shows they were doing more than just grazing) No matter where you are, the Tetons loom over you. This is the first time we have been here in the spring, with snow still on the peaks and wildflowers in bloom. We decided next time it will be in the fall, when the Aspens are at their golden best. We can’t get enough of the young mountains and old rocks.