The final leg

The final leg of my journey, from Seattle to Jackson Hole, was smooth sailing. Not only were the roads double lane, but they were also dry and the full moon was out. After the snowstorms and back roads I plowed through during the previous 2,000 miles, I took not one mile of easy driving for granted.

The exception was the icy and notorious pass over the Tetons from Victor, Idaho, to Jackson Hole, Wyoming, which I traversed at night after a full day of driving. Grades on the pass reach 14 degrees and average 10 degrees ... for miles on end. Maybe it was because I was tired, or maybe it was because of the ice on the road, but it truly ranks as the most insane stretches of highway I've ever seen in the U.S. (I encountered a couple of Bolivian and Guatemalan roads that were more treacherous and precarious, but I wasn't driving, I was just riding in the bus).

At any rate, I made in the drive in two days. Sleeping in the back of my Subi in a Forest Service parking lot located along a beautiful river in Montana. When I arrived to the parking lot, the moonlight glistened off the rapids creating a scene of pure serenity.

Now I'm settling into life in Jackson Hole. I love my room mates and the location of my house. Teaching the kiddos to ski is both fun and challenging. I'm running and climbing whenever I get the chance. Still not much snow, but I hear that when it comes, it really comes. I'm thrilled to have a season pass and look forward to the many turns I have yet to make.

Signing out from Jackson Hole,

Amy and Zippy

The subi takes a rest

Pretty Montana mountains

Zippy chillin' in the space I carved out for him in the back of the car

My view of the open road