Our local watering hole: The Sand Bar

Last weekend Karen, Becky and I floated from Pacific Creed to Dead Man on the Snake River ... right at the base of the Tetons. Becky and I shared a canoe, while Karen paddled a kayak. We made the trip around dusk ... with hopes of soft evening colors and active animals. We heard lots of elk bugles and saw a golden eagle. We also visited the local "bar" ... a sand bar in the middle of the Snake River where we savored Becky's fabulous picnic of fig dressing and goat cheese sandwiches, homemade french fries, fresh-baked cookies and ... yes ... red wine - did I mention the stunning early evening views of the Tetons? It was one of those "pinch me" moments ... one of those moments when you think "Do I really live here? Can I really just skirt out of town on a Saturday afternoon and wind up here?" ... one of those moments when you stop to soak in just how amazing this life can be and what great people I get to share it with. And the best part: red wine and all, Becky I made it through the semi-technical sections mostly dry and completely upright. "Just keep paddling," I'd shout as our canoe bounded over rocks and waves.