On day seven, we busted out early in the morning and made the 2 hour trip to Grand Teton National Park. Two hours seems like a long time to travel to adjacent parks, but Yellowstone encompasses 2.2 million acres. Most of the park is unexplored, or forgotten if once found.
My buffalo comment from the last blog makes more sense now, hun?
Grand Teton is made up of “only” 330,000 acres, but offers breathtaking views. From every direction you see the jagged snow-capped mountains reflected in the crystal-clear waters of Jackson Lake.
We stayed at the Colter Bay Village and ate dinner the first night at Leek’s Pizzeria. The restaurant sits on a marina with a picturesque view of the lake and mountains and serves incredible pizza on their outdoor deck.
Our second day in Grand Teton began with a chuck wagon breakfast. Two beautiful Percheron horses named Daisy and Diva pulled us, and families from New York, Boston and The Netherlands, on a two-hour-long wagon ride.

Strangely, as the Texans, we were the ones everyone was curious about. The families wanted to know if everyone in Texas carried a gun, were overjoyed when they learned we actually owned cows, and were flabbergasted that our son shot guns for sport in 4-H.
Daisy and wagon.

We ate eggs, biscuits, sausage, and pancakes with the Tetons for a backdrop and barely missed the daily visit from the local grizzly bear who also likes to be fed by the cooks.

Breakfast view, obscured a little by smoke from wildfires.

Ian engaging in a little pre-breakfast mischief. He’s plugging the hibernation holes of whistle pigs.

A little while later, we made the drive to Jenny Lake to catch a ferry to the beginning of the trail to Hidden Falls. When we arrived, park rangers walked around with their hands readied on their bear spray and we found out that several bears had been sighted near the visitor’s center and on the trails. Andy grudgingly bought bear spray and we set off across the lake.

View from the ferry.

Turns out, we didn’t need bear spray ’cause we have Sam. We instructed him to make noise along the trail… and he did.
Constantly.
For three hours, he sang, whistled and talked.
Needless to say, we never saw a bear.
The trail to Hidden Falls is relatively steep and rough. We made it up to the falls fine, but Sam decided to descend the mountain on his face. You can imagine the horrified looks on people’s faces when they spied a bloody and bruised Sam climbing back down the trail and they learned they were only halfway to their destination.

Hidden Falls

Andy learned a good lesson too.
Never yell at a child who is too close to the edge of a steep drop-off.
His warning sent Ian skidding to a stop on rocks that refused to yield. Thankfully Andy was close enough to catch him before he plummeted off the side of the cliff.
Good times.