Obligatory Road Trip Recounting

The Tetons. Man. I forgot how big the mountains are.

I also forgot much fun it was (really) to travel with my family. According to my aunt Karen - who has to mentally prepare herself for weeks before venturing to take a weekend trip with us - we move as a pack. Although i think maybe a hungry wolfpack is more the image she had in mind. Mom navigates, Dad snaps the sunset photos, the rest of us tote the bags, and we all know better than to mess with these arrangements. It all works out remarkably, and has for as long as i can remember. Even the addition this time of nephew Timothy (walking but still not talking, able to make his will sufficiently clear by other means) and R's one-on-the-way (currently referred to as Second Timothy) worked out pretty well. Traveling with a pregnant R, suspiciously enough, in general just means more Dairy Queen stops for everyone. She was mad she missed the black bear and the second moose, which were higher up the trails than we let her hike. But she did see the first and third and fourth moose; also the coyote, the mule deer, the elk herd, and the nursing baby buffalo. Plus the fighting buffalo, on which occasion the herd had us momentarily surrounded on all four sides. She missed the fighting marmots, though. There was a lot of fighting out there, come to think of it. Apparently, tensions are running high in the animal kingdom at present. Anyway, it was a fine trip. If you're bored, see the Tiny Photos link on the right. They don't do the mountains much justice, but then, i've never seen anything that could.