Saturday was my first experience skiing "out West" and what a great time we had. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, the breeze made it feel more like summer and there were hardly any people (or is the mountain that much bigger?) While there are some "groomed" trails that we're used to in the East, you essentially have free roam of the mountain. For good reason, they put up some ropes near the cliffs, but I still found myself in an interesting quandary. Fortunately, I only deposited a few brain cells and a little bit of blood to memorialize the unseen drop-off and unintentional 180! I suppose there's a number of spiritual applications for the event... "The faster you spiral out of control, the harder you'll crash" or "Let the One who knows the way be the Guide". Here's a few pictures, with a few more on the way from my accomplice:
The Teton's at sunrise with some low-lying fog
This is one of those cliffs that would have been roped off 
Never trust a bug with a crooked smile or his accomplice with a really big telephoto lens.
The Grand Teton's from the top of Targhee
Disregarding all of Momma's advice about hiding in snow forts... daring someone to knock the snow off the trees.
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