Grand Tetons: Rock of Angels, Doctor me

September 11, 2018 0 By Jeanah Bartruff

The curse of the “dark parking” strikes again.  We wake up to find we are in a lovely spot right next to Grassy Lake reservoir.  What further boggles our minds is that despite the fact that we both swear we took a couple pictures of this location, there is no photo evidence to be found.  Perhaps we also got a couple pics of Sasquatch but aliens abducted us and wiped our phones and memories through the night. Sure. Let’s go with that.

We drive back down the 12 mile gravel road towards the highway, only to hear an ominous sound when we reach the pavement.  Whump, Whump, Whump. Sounds like it’s coming from the passenger side dually’s. Ruh Roh.

We pull into the Headwaters Lodge parking lot and find this.

 

Oh yes.  That is a rock bigger than Victor’s fist wedged neatly and tightly between our dual back wheels.  Oh the grunting and groaning. The sweating and straining. Watching Victor try and remove this thing was wearing me out!  

Victor determined our bottle jack might not be up to snuff lifting that much.  He went inside to beg landline access to call roadside assistance in this deadzone. He and the manager come out and next thing we know, the lovely maintenance guys from the Flagg Ranch Headwater Lodge pull up with a huge floor jack.

Tucker from Alabama and David from Georgia may have had some Nascar experience because quick as a jiffy they have the tire off, rock out and tire back on.  In keeping with our slovenly documentary theme, we failed to get their pictures, but honestly, I don’t think they would have come out right as angels are hard to photograph anyway.

We bid our new friends adieu with undying gratitude and are back on the road.  

Whoaah!

Those are some Grand Tetons.  Yes, naughty French trappers named them. Suffice it to say, you know how those French trappers can be.  Oh huh huh huh Oh la la. Can you tell the scope of my “french” experience is Pepe Le Pew and Lumiere from Beauty and the Beast.

Hey, don’t blame me.  I’m just an innocent tourist.  

We love us some Grand Tetons.

Victor has a leg booboo that isn’t healing so great so we head to Jackson, Wyoming and the urgent care there.  We get a course of antibiotics and instructions to see a Vascular Surgeon. Next available appointment is the following Tuesday.

We proceed to the Palisades Reservoir area in hopes of finding a last minute campsite to ride out Labor Day weekend.

 

And I just don’t know how we could have done better.

 

Life can certainly be a trial sometimes.

 

It was a lovely spot to just sit back and let the world go by.  Victor actually read two books the time we were there. He said he hasn’t done that since before we were married.

 

The rippling gurgle of the creek sang us to sleep each night.