In today's post, I briefly visit (and very briefly manage to enjoy) one of the most beautiful sections of the Rocky Mountains, before tragedy (partially self-inflicted) strikes and I have no choice but to change my plans.

The setting is Grand Teton National Park, and in the morning when I set out, them Tetons were indeed grand and spectacular...

And so, all good things come to an end.

I awoke on Tuesday, September 22nd with "a zip in my bip and a pop in my bop," (rather like this kid) ready to spend one final day exploring the cold and phenomenal park before heading south to the Grand Tetons, where I would camp a few more nights.

The first order of business was to visit Mammoth Hot Springs. It was close to where I was camping that I did not feel compelled to stop there the previous days, knowing it would be so easy to drop by in the future.

But, on my last day, it was my last chance to see the beautiful cascading travertine, so there I dutifully went...

I awoke on the twentieth of September, itching to see some more geysers and such. After waiting for an elk to move so I could relocate my tent, I jumped in my car and headed towards Old Faithful.

It was a cold Monday morning, and as I drove the snowy roads up into the park, I hoped that my destination, quite possibly the park's most famous attraction, wouldn't be too crowded when I got there.

This marks the 19th post in this series on my road trip from Pennsylvania to Seattle, and as such, it is has finally overtaken "Attractions of Pennsylvania" for the longest "series" on this blog. What a milestone!

In my last post, I finally arrived at the place I was most excited to visit in my drive across the United States, Yellowstone National Park.

After discovering that conditions were just a touch colder than I was prepared for during the daytime, I began heading towards a campsite and a warm meal. Traffic ground to a halt. I figured the cause was some sort of relatively rare animal, causing drivers to slow down and snap pictures from the middle of the road, an annoying penchant of Yellowstone visitors seeing their first buffalo.

As it happened, I was almost completely correct in my guess about the material reason for being in first gear.

The only thing I was wrong about was the type of animal.

It wasn't a buffalo.

It was elk.

Lots of 'em.

Of all of the places I ever visited as a youngster, Yellowstone National Park left the biggest impression on me. I thought its geothermal features were spectacular, its nature unparalleled, and its crowds easy enough to overlook when everything else was so spectacular.

I made sure when I planned my trip West to not just visit Yellowstone but to spend as much time there and just outside there as seemed reasonable. So, after a day spent just outside the park boundaries, I would spend a total of three days visiting the park.

I hadn't planned much of a park itinerary, but I wanted to visit a mix of popular and less popular spots. Along these lines, I picked out my first planned hike, one not far from the park's east entrance.

Soon, it would turn out there were a few other things I hadn't necessarily planned on. Like snow.

On one particular weekend in mid-March, the weather seemed nice enough for a little overnight hike around Ancient Lakes, Washington, a beautiful area that with a rich geological history... and a lot of horses, kids on mountain bikes, and loose boulders.

A visit that could raise the following, suspenseful questions:

• Will Steve manage to find some solitude?
• Will Steve stay warm and dry at night?
• Will Steve be well-fed?
• Will Steve be back to Seattle in time to join his 3PM workshop on perception of time & art?
• How will Steve navigate the myriad of trails in the area?
• Will Steve consume the lake water, rumored to be chockfull of nitrates and agricultural runoff from nearby farmland?

All this & more follows.

This month, I started out feeling a bit uninspired with some of my weekly photography challenges. Some of them came at times when I was more interested in focusing on other themes. And others came just before or after I had a really good run of photographs using similar techniques, when I would have liked to pivot to something else.

But despite my frustrations, I had the impetus to try and create some things that I enjoyed. I remain content to stick with it.