TR: "Sea" Kayaking in the Tetons
How do you folks spend the summer? I was lucky enough to score a dream job and spent every damn day out on the water! Nothing exciting, adrenaline-pumping, or terrifying in a foamy whitewater kind of way. Just day after day of beautiful lake kayaking, secluded camping, delicious meals, and good conversation around the campfire with fine people and cheap wine!
Sadly enough, I spent the majority of the summer without a camera. But thanks to a very generous tip from a fun group in August, I scored a new camera for the tail-end of the season. Here's a little sampling of what life is like out on the water in Wyoming...
Before we get going, I've got to mention that [almost] all these pics came from one four-day trip as fall was just starting to take hold. I spent over 50 days out this summer; this represents just the tip of the iceberg.
And finally, I want to apologize in advance for the sheer quantity of blue you are about to witness...
This thread is dedicated to a beautiful woman who is is no longer with us, sharing in the beauty of life...

As with any job, you gotta get through the commute before you can get down to business. In this case, the daily slog wasn't too bad...

Sometimes, when we drew the short straw, we would go to Yellowstone and do monotonous (though still beautiful) half-day trips on that big ol' lake up there.

This was the routine, twice a day...

But thankfully, I spent most of my time doing infinitly-more-enjoyable trips on Jackson Lake, ranging from one-night to five-nights. Not a bad way to make a living!
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Paddlers in front of Waterfalls Canyon.

The point is alive and well on Jackson Lake.

View from Elk Island, on an abnormally calm afternoon.

This pic is hard-on-worthy for all of us skiers, or geology nerds...

So much blue...

Grassy Island, our own private camp.

The J-Rig: at home going huge in the Colorado, or crusing around the calm shores of Jackson Lake.

On this particular tirp, a wildfire kicked-up after smoldering for over a week. I wish I had a tripod and could have taken a pic of the orange glow seen at night...

Wildlife? There ain't no wildlife around these parts...
We saw a ton of these...

And even more of these.

The Sandhill Crane, direct descendant of the pterodactyl.

This is a pretty common sight.

Sadly, I got no pictures of the countless ducks, geese, eagles, hawks, or osprey, or the wolf tracks that frequented one of our camps, or the bear tracks regularly seen in the mud, or the freshly killed elk carcass up Moran Creek, or...
Sometimes we take hikes...

And visit other, smaller lakes. Like this beaver pond...

Or this one, named after old Beaver Dick...

Lesson learned: sunsets are cool...


But sunrises are always better!

Feeling groovy?

And that, my friends, was a brief look at my summer. I hope you all enjoyed, and if anyone wants to come paddling next summer, you know where to find me...


P.S. T-minus 16 days until I'm rigging my boat at Lee's Ferry. This is the best job ever...
Last edited by powder_prophet; 10-05-2009 at 12:36 PM.
Skiing, whether you're in Wisconsin or the Alps, is a dumbass hick country sport that takes place in the middle of winter on a mountain at the end of a dirt road.
-Glen Plake
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