
We used Firehole Canyon Campground on Flaming Gorge Reservoir as an overnight stop en route from Fort Collins to Grand Teton. We talked about staying in the KOA at Rock Springs, but as soon as we saw it from the freeway, we knew that wasn’t happening. Going farther turned out to be such a good choice. The landscape around us harkened back to the southwest… bands of color, rock spires and quiet. That night, we reveled in the cool fresh air, sleeping with the ramp door down.
We were awakened in the middle of the night by the haunting sounds of a chorus of coyotes not too far in the distance. From what we’ve read, the southern end of the gorge is the more beautiful, but that wasn’t in our travel plans.
If we had it to do over again, we’d have taken more time to get to Grand Teton. We saw a couple of BLM campgrounds south of Jackson, right along the banks of the Snake River that looked very inviting but we felt time pressure so we didn’t stop. Entering Jackson from the south, we were impressed that diesel was posted at $4.39, comparable to what we had seen earlier in the day. Perhaps here, they weren’t so interested in gouging the visitors to the National Parks. We were disabused of that notion as we reached the north side of town, and found it at $4.69 and later, within the park at $4.96 (I think that’s the highest we’ve seen since Death Valley’s record $5.33!)
We found the campgrounds at Grand Teton less than inspired, but the beauty of the lake, the surrounding mountain vistas, the wildflowers still in bloom in late August and the stunning scenery more than made up for it. We camped in Colter Bay campground, a short walk from Jackson Lake. The water was clear and beautiful, and surprisingly not too cold. It was a treat to walk along the lakeshore, throwing sticks into the lake for Noche to retrieve and enjoy the multi-colored rocks shining just below the surface. They reminded us of the rocks we used to build the wall on Fern Flat. Hiking at this higher elevation was a bit of a challenge, but fortunately we chose a trail that was not overly strenuous and had enough birds that we hadn’t seen before to justify stopping frequently in order to identify them. We thought it looked like great moose habitat, but apparently the moose had other ideas, because we didn’t see any. Our last morning there, the wind had picked up significantly and the character of the lake had changed dramatically. Instead of the placid view we had enjoyed, now the surface was covered with whitecaps and the wind howled through the tops of the trees like a freight train. Time to move on to Yellowstone.
