You really need smell-a-vision to appreciate this park. So if you can, just set a bowl of rotting eggs next to you as you read and you’ll get a much more accurate feel for our visit to our nation’s first national park.
Day 1: After driving down the torn up road to arrive at the dismal campground (which I nicknamed the crumbling mud pit) we set up and ate some lunch.
I’m beginning to call this the Summer of Smoke. Everywhere we go is covered in a haze, including the Grand Tetons. While the air quality wasn’t bad like Crater Lake, our views were obscured by a layer of gauzy smoke giving them a painterly, slightly out of focus quality and making the Grand Tetons a little disappointing.