This weekend we went to Driggs with my sister and her family and went for a hike in the Tetons. It was so beautiful, but native Idahoans will know what us Arizonans did not. Hiking in the Tetons is best done in July.
Our first clue should have been this:
The stream we were crossing was supposed to be a dry path. My brother-in-law, who hiked this last July, was surprised to find a flowing stream covering the path. Undaunted we crossed the trees and continued our hike, we should have paid attention in the beginning.
We crossed snow and a million downed trees that blocked the clearly marked path. It was hard but fun. Then we got 2/3 the way there and ate lunch.
If you will note on the picture where we were supposed to end. It was about another full mile around the rim of the canyon and covered in snow. So we ate lunch, enjoyed the view of the waterfall and cave we were supposed to be. On the way down, Jack, who had been a trooper on the way up, gave out completely. Jason carried him the full two miles down the mountain, over the snow and slippery, muddy path. My hero, and certainly his son's hero.