So now we're West: Views from the road & Grand Teton
We left Pittsburgh in May, Asheville (my fam) in July, and Philadelphia (James’s fam) in August, so by the most conservative estimate, we’ve been on the road for a month now, and steadily growing even more restless. There’s a lot going on back east (looking at you Acadia, Adirondacks, Great lakes), but making it to the rockies felt like meeting a deadline, turning in a final exam; suddenly releasing something unaccountably heavy. The lovely, suffocating SAMENESS of our home turf was scrubbed raw in North Dakota, giving way to the aggressive glamour of younger mountains.
We didn’t know, but we were searching for the northern rockies when we left our Pittsburgh lives. The peaks rise abruptly from green and gold plains. Bison, sheep, and curiously geometric hay bales are dwarfed by looming ranges. Rivers run impossibly clear and the sky overflows its boundaries, creating more space for itself. It’s a land that splits your heart open, that shouts of possibilities as grand as the horizon. A siren call unmuted by blatant inhospitality. A land loved for its teeth, rather than in spite of them. It’s nothing like the verdant embrace of the Blue Ridge Mountains. We can't stop staring.
These photos are mostly from Grand Teton national park, with a few from the road in Montana and Wyoming.