Jenny Lake, Grand Teton National Park. We’ve been here before, just shy of 11 years ago, while riding our bicycles across the US. It’s interesting how I don’t recall the staggering beauty of the Tetons. I remember it being a beautiful place, but perhaps some of their grandeur was lost on me the first time around. The mountains rising straight up from the water with their snowcapped craggy peaks are amazing.
I was distracted….by a guy, and hormones, and all the crazy things that young love does to your brain. I think it had started a couple of weeks before. I started to fall. It wasn’t so much like a graceful freefall as it was like I tripped, not expecting to meet a guy in my cross-country adventure, and in the process of trying to catch myself I stumbled again only prolonging the inevitable fall. All signs were telling me this was not a good idea. This fall was going to hurt. We had met a little over a month before. He was just passing through, a drifter, riding his bike around the world. This would be nothing more than a summer fling.
But it was emotions that prevailed over reason, and here that I finally fell, head over heels, belly flopping ungracefully into the cold waters of Jenny Lake…in love.
And as they say, the rest is history.