Glass River, Golden Mountains
We put in at Jackson Lake Dam, headed for Pacific Creek.
Rain hit us hard, so we left the boats and drove to Signal Mountain to wait it out. The Tetons sat behind a curtain of clouds, quiet and still.
When the sun finally broke through, we pushed off. The river was glass. We barely paddled. The mountains stared back at us in the reflection.
Beavers, bald eagles, elk, fish, ducks—life everywhere. The conversations were easy. No pressure. Just being there.
An elk stopped to look at us. We stopped too. The world went silent. Nothing else existed but that moment.
Hours later, we hit Pacific Creek. Johnson and I biked back for the car and passed too close to a grizzly. Then another—bigger, darker, heavier than any I’d seen.
The drive back lit up the Tetons in gold. Friends. Family. Nature. Stillness. That’s all I need.
Quote: "He is richest who is content with the least." — Socrates