August 8, 2006

The Grand Tetons.

There I was, a lone photographer, photographing the lone photographer:

The Grand Tetons

Amid the fabulous mountains. In the morning, they gripped the clouds:

The Grand Tetons

In the evening, defying the sunset, they resisted any golden tinging:

The Grand Tetons

(The Grand Teton photoset.)


Jeff said...

Beautiful pictures.... dazzling scenery!

SteveR said...

As with the Grand Canyon and many places in the west, pictures do not capture the experience. But having been there its a beautiful reminder. Get out and experience these things.

shake-and-bake said...

From The Lost Continent," by Bill Bryson:

I drove on to Grand Teton National Park. And there's another arresting name for you. Tetons means tits in French. That's an interesting fact -- a topographical tit-bit, so to speak -- that Miss Mucous, my junior-high-school geography teacher, failed to share with us in eight grade. Why do they always keep the most interesting stuff from you in school? If I'd known in high school that Thomas Jefferson kept a black slave to help him deal with sexual tension or that Ulysses S. Grant was a hopeless drunk who couldn't button his own fly without falling over, I would have shown a livelier interest in my lessons, I can assure you.

At any rate, the first French explorers who passed through northwestern Wyoming took one look at the mountains and said, "Zut alors! Hey, Jacques, clock those mountains. They look just like my wife's tetons." Isn't it typical of the French to reduce everything to a level of sexual vulgarity? Thank goodness they didn't discover the Grand Canyon, that's all I can say. And the remarkable thing is that the Tetons look about as much like tits as... well, as a frying pan or a pair of hiking boots. In a word, they don't look like tits at all, excpet perhaps to desperately lonely men who have been away from home for a very long time. They looked a little bit like tits to me.

David Walser said...

Shake-and-bake: Throughout the intermountain West, there are several mountains that locals refer to as "Molly's Nipple". Not Rebecca's, Jane's, or Juanita's; Molly's. With many of these formations, it doesn't take much squinting to appreciate why the mountain was so named. A question I've often pondered, how did all these mountains, named by different explorers, come to be named after the same women (and was she proud of or embarrassed by the "honor")? She must have been something special.

David Walser said...


You've got a great eye!

I love all of these parks. My only regret about the Grand Teton National Park is that I've not had the chance to see it properly. To fully appreciate it's majesty, I get the feeling you need to get out of the car and strap on a backpack. I don't suppose you can fully do justice to any of the parks without doing some hiking, but you can see much of Yellowstone, Yosemite, Zion, Bryce Canyon, or even the Grand Canyon without going far from your car. The Tetons seem to demand much more.

shake-and-bake said...

Do I detect the faint scent of a grant application?

seanmoul said...

Ann -

You should also try the view of the Tetons from my stomping grounds ... Driggs, Idaho.

As for the "nipple" comments ... I don't know of any "Molly's Nipple" but there is a "Mary's Nipple on the "Idaho" side. Unfortunately it was recently renamed to "Mary's Peak."

shake-and-bake said...


"The slickrock and rugged deserts of southern Utah are home to an extraordinary number of suggestive formations. Perhaps it is the irony of Mormon geographic predestination--that revelation which caused Brigham Young, upon sighting the Great Salt Lake Desert, to brashly declare: "This is the place." Or perhaps some outlaw underbelly of Mormonism which burst forth topographically because it was so tightly constrained socially. And so we are blessed with: Molly's Nipple, Brighams Unit, Cads Crotch, The Bishops Prick, Queen Annes Bottom and Nipple Butte, to name just a few."


Jonathan said...

A beautiful place.