The Grand Teton's
It seems to form before your eyes like a beautiful painting. As we rounded a curve in the road into the Teton Valley these wonderful snow capped peaks greeted us like old friends. We had seen them in pictures for years and marveled at there beauty, but to see them, to actually be in their presence was over whelming. There is so much to do and to see that time speeds by altogether to fast. My fondest memory was of the Moose that call the river and marsh their home. An ancient beaver dam seemed to be a good place to
photograph these animals while they were eating the vegetation that grows at the bottom of the stream. I gingerly made my way out to the center of the dam and began filming a female moose during her mealtime. It does seem that I have
a propensity for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Because from down stream, which was to my back, came ambling along a bull moose eyeing me in a most ominous and distrustful way. I slowly slipped into the stream and made my way back to the bank in cold waist high water, while Loretta photographed the incident.
A beautiful ranch at the base of the Grand Teton's
