Jackson Hole

Departure from the campsite in Bridger-Teton was delayed slightly by hail and snow... and a general lack of motivation to freeze outside of my sleeping bag.  After an extra 30 minutes of indulgence I eventually got out of bed and very haphazardly packed the truck.  Getting quite a bit better at the morning routine, inclement weather does indeed throw quite the wrench in things still though.  On my way down the mountain at a snails pace so that I didn't shake by brain to death on the gravel road I happened upon a magical snowy experience with the Grand Teton range shrouded in low-lying clouds that the sun would eventually blast through.  A quick drive into Jackson Hole to use some amenities and tour the town.  Far too "tourist-y" for my liking but the coffee was good, the toilets flushed, and their electricity was alternating current so I couldn't truly complain. Ah the life of a dirt bag.