A Duck at Oxbow Bend
We hit Oxbow bend for sunset one night on the NXNW trop to Grand Teton National Park. And it was a complete bust. The sky over the Tetons was drab through sunset. The mosquitos were plentiful, voracious and (seemingly) the size if helicopters. But it wasn’t a total loss. While waiting (hoping) for the sky …
Mr. Crabby Pants
At first glance, they look like pebbles sitting in the marsh stream at low tide, but when you notice them moving and take a closer look, you see the hundreds (or thousands) of little crabs making their way to — what, I don’t know — higher ground, maybe? I spent about fifteen minutes balancing on …