The Teton Range hardly needs an introduction. Here’s some short excerpts from a bluebird day in “The Park”:

It’s just before sunrise, and the Teton Range looms in the dull sky like stark white and rocky giants. We drive north from Jackson through the entrance to Grand Teton National Park, and to the trailhead where we gather ourselves and enjoy an alpine sunrise.

Now we slip into the subconscious skinning; one foot in front of the other through the forest and across a frozen lake. We begin to enter the mountains, and our senses awaken as we travel through a canyon with towering peaks rising above.

The alpine opens up and we leave the trees behind. We enjoy the sun for a moment, but than gravitate towards the cold shade of a north facing couloir. It winds it’s way up and than disappears somewhere on a rocky ridge over 2,000 feet above.

It’s cold and windy at the top, so we strap and drop in. We arc our way down, enjoying the pitch of a Teton classic.