Day 27

Today was the gloomiest morning so far. The rain was constant and depressing. I stayed curled up in my sleeping bag until 9, especially once I remembered I had to drive back through about two miles of dirt road. Once I was brave enough to slide into the front seat, I muddled through the puddles and ducked back into Jackson. No rainy-morning jaunt for me: I wanted to find a pleasant coffee shop to wait out the glumness.

My first option was stuffed to the gills with patrons, the second seemingly nonexistent, and the third closed. I had to settle for the Starbucks in the grocery store. I glumly chomped on a danish and read to pass the time.

Once the skies had dried up, I drove back out to the Tetons to see if I could catch a glimpse of the skyline. South and Middle Teton poked out from time to time, but Grand Teton remained stuck in the clouds. I consoled myself with the view I had last night while driving to my campsite—distant, but clear.

Today, I snacked, rested, and looked ahead. Among other possible stops, my Food Bible indicates a cluster of tremendous restaurants in northern Idaho. Once I arrive there, perhaps some gastrotourism is in order.