Roadside mountains!
 

Roadside mountains! 

Roadside mule deer. 

Weather happening in the Tetons. 

There was a little snow on the beginning of my vacation, Memorial Day weekend and week. This is in the North section of the Tetons. 

Drive-by weather occurence. The temp was 52, but the precipitation was snow, melting on contact, with a mix of fog.

Unfortunate young canyon jay, and apparently oblivious automobile owner! 

This was a wakeup shot from campsite #1. 

This was the nicest campfire I've ever started and it was scarily easy. No accelerant used! 

This was my first morning on vacation. I flew into Jackson. But the next morning, I drove over Teton Pass into Victor, Idaho to the General Market cafe for an organic chorizo, and then to the Mike Harris campground for a quiet spot to eat it and breathe in all the spring mountain scents. I knew this would be a good trip because the place I chose for my breakfast picnic, an empty camping spot, I found 3 nice hunks of dried split wood that would later serve for a campfire. 

Trail to Paintbrush Canyon. 

The 'stream' of meltwater into upper Jenny Lake. A testament to the snow levels this winter. The lake level was 'normal', which I've never seen. Jackson lake, a little further north, has a small dam, and this was the first trip in which I've seen Jackson Lake's water level to near the top of the dam. In 2004, it was so low that the water level ended 50 or so feet before even reaching the dam.  

Jenny Lake on Paintbrush Canyon trail. 

The old Drying of the Wet Feet, Socks, and Boots ritual. I woke up with a splotchy sunburn still evident on the tops of my hands. 

Turnaround point on Paintbrush Canyon. I wasn't able to get as high as Holly Lake (about 8500 feet?), because the snow was thick and slushy, and because there was significant treefall. I didn't think I'd need the Yak Trax shoe ice/snow grippers today, so I was hiking with just the boots and one hiking pole. But the temp was in the 70s, and it felt extremely hot. The snowpack, however, was slushy on the top, and hard frozen a few inches deeper, because the previous day's slush would refreeze overnight. So, when walking in this snow, I squished through the top layer, soaking boots and socks, and then slip on the frozen underlayer. It was exhausting. That might have been doable for a while longer, but there was so much treefall, due to heavy snows this winter, that it seemed every 5 mintues I was navigating up and over some logjam or other. This one wasn't so bad, but seemed like a good breakpoint - and a dry place to sit!