It was time to get away. We just felt it in our bones. Randy and I had three days with virtually nothing “set in stone,” (I can’t remember the last time this has been the case) so we packed a bag and took off.
Randolph in Randolph!
It also boasts a home of Wilford Woodruff
Utah's smallest store
And a striking tabernacle built in 1902.
It happened to be the “off season” in Jackson and many of the shops and galleries were closed, but we didn’t mind. It wasn’t the destination that was important anyway.
The Tetons were still snow-covered and the ice on the lakes had just melted the week before.
You know me and water; I couldn’t resist.
We came back through Bear Lake and Logan Canyon, a drive that I adore!
“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.”
-- Ernest Hemingway