24 Hours in The Jenniest of Lakes (USA Day 70)

We planned to hike around Jenny Lake today, but at some point last night this changed. We met a lovely German couple, Julian and Stephanie, who were going on a moose adventure this morning and had two spare seats in their car. So off we sped, the morning sun lighting the Teton range spectacularly to our right, towards a network of river bends that meese just love. Did you know that meese (and I’ll continue to use this plural even though it’s wrong) can dive up to eighteen feet underwater and stay there for a minute? While we saw two meese, we never got to see their diving prowess because they are just enormous, and the stream was rather shallow. Imagine a horse, right? Double it. Add antlers the size of satellite dishes and big shaggy fur. Take away the number you first started with, and you’ve got a moose. Honestly, they’re great.

Can’t stop taking pictures of these bloody hills

Once we’d returned, hiking just wasn’t on the agenda. Our rest days, though numerous, have not been restful, so we decided to change that with a day laid on a private little cove by Jenny Lake, the waves lapping at the pebbles, the occasional paddleboarder paddling by. We took it in turns to sleep, read, eat, and did that for the entire day.

In the evening, we joined Julian and Stephanie at their campsite for an escape room game, but in a box not a room, and solved riddles under a thundering sky until the rain peppered the clue cards and we retreated inside their car to finish the game. Long into the evening we decoded, translated, rolled and scribbled, eventually, you’ll be pleased to hear, escaping the island but without the pirate treasure.

During a break in the thunder, we skittered back to our tent, thoroughly rested and excited to progress into Yellowstone tomorrow.