America the Beautiful
Last night a bear walked through our campsite. Today that same bear was shot for threatening people. Ah, camping. None of the comforts of home, none of the luxuries of a hotel—and the occasional killer carnivore drops by for dinner. We were told today that there are nine maulings in this national park every year. There hasn’t been one this year yet—so maybe tonight will be our lucky night!
But the Grand Tetons—that’s where we’re staying, and it’s French for “Big Tits” (really!)—are beautiful. Still, I can’t wait to get back to a place where the bears drink Miller Lite and maul only each other (and occasionally our art director), and not innocent campers.
Oh! The Grand Tetons! I was there a few months ago for work, and it was lovely! Jackson Hole is a fantastic place to go out for a night-on-the-town, small-town wise.