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Behold, I had to leave the familiar U.S. Route 20 inside Yellowstone and begin my journey south to Salt Lake City. From the southern end of Yellowstone Park, route 191 takes you past Grand Teton National Park. This is most certainly one my favorite spots in America. The road winds easily past a beautiful glass lake with the first glimpses of jagged mountain peaks in the background. The road soon straightens out and fields of golden shrubs and Ash trees unfold, with the Snake River winding to the west, and before you know it, the Grand Tetons are in full glory. These magnificent and recognizable peaks have served as a guiding light for centuries. From the first peoples, to the western explorers, to famous photographers such as Ansel Adams- these peaks stand out amongst the rest in their scope and raw beauty.
There is not much for me to say in this post. I stopped every so often to simply sit and stare. At one point, about 20 miles north of Jackson, Wyoming, I parked my car and looked up at those peaks for about an hour. I didn't take a photo. I didn't pull out my phone. I just stared. It's not often that I think something is truly awesome, but it doesn't surprise me when it's mother nature, and in this little spot, it truly was these mountains.
After my awe-inspiring moment under those hills, I stopped in Jackson for some BBQ, and continued southward until it turned dark. I crashed at the nearest motel I could find vacancy in, and the next day I drove to Salt Lake City (the drive did not offer anything too spectacular,
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