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THE GREAT WEST

rain, or snow flurries I’d spend in either the car or tent reading
comic books or playing games at the picnic table, under the
tarp. I mostly wore pull over shirts, Tee’s and polo’s, but also
had a couple of flannel shirts and a coat. I always wore long
corduroys pants. My best pants were woolen. I hated them,
as they scratched. I complained about them so much that
even now at 6 Mom didn’t pack them. My best shoes were
U.S. Keds, black high tops. Occasionally, these clothes would
be washed. Here in the Tetons it was one of those
opportunities.

Before we left Jenny Lake we took a boat ride around the lake.
The mountain drops steeply to the lake side, and then
continues under water. It’s really deep, and crystal clear. We
could see the bottom 20 feet or more. Along the sides I could
see tree trunks, smaller creek sized rocks, no fish. Despite
their claim, it was not like Fishing Bridge. Further from the
shore the water turned bluish-green reflecting the sky. It was
really great. The boat dock was at the southern end of the
lake. We toured the lake, and went up the river to the north.

Our boat was a luxury craft. A speed boat, like a Cris-Craft,
long wooden Mahoney, with red leather seats for 8 passengers.
Behind us was the twin engine compartment. Once you hear
one of these boats, it’s low rumble you would never forget.
They sounded better than any 1940’s hot rod.

This was our farewell adventure in the West as we broke camp
a few days later, and headed homeward.

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