Our time in the Grand Tetons was brief (it turns out we're fair-weather campers), but the clouds broke enough for a peek at the peaks, after a hearty western chuckwagon breakfast of sourdough pancakes in Moose, Wyoming.
We split via Idaho for the surprisingly hip town of Bozeman, Montana, where we dried out our tent and our socks, and sought professional help for our trusty laptop after a dramatic hard drive crash - many thanks, Professor Science! (All of our material possessions have been falling apart on this trip; so far we've endured a frizzled computer, holes in our hiking boots, multiple car repairs and a flat bicycle tire - all of which, however, allows us to attest to the handiness and helpfulness of those who live under Western skies.) A prime rib dinner and a judicious tasting of some local microbrews with appropriately Montanan names (Moose Drool, Big Sky Trout Slayer Ale) has us feeling restored and ready to scale the glaciers.
More pictures of our water-logged adventures are available here: