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  • I often tell people that if I were to suddenly disappear, the first spots they should go looking are Jenny Lake and Jackson Lake in the Tetons. It comes off like a joke, but sometimes I feel like there's more than just a little truth to it.

    We first visited when I was a teenager in middle school. The hook was set on day one. I wish I could say I have been back many times, but only once more. When we got engaged, my wife-to-be and I took a road trip. I had said we could go anywhere in the country she wanted, but we both knew there was only one place that car was going. She had been there a few years before and longed to visit again.

    36 hours later we were in a tent alongside Jackson Lake. During the days, we hiked the trails around the lakes. We took pictures and climbed alongside the waterfall that feeds the lake, hiking back up the canyon between the mountains. That climb felt like the ascent to heaven. We filled a water bottle with water so clear... well, we had to drink it. Dumb, probably (we convinced ourselves of something about microbes and elevation thresholds... after the fact) but 5 years on and we're still here.

    We left without making all the trails - not by a long shot - and knowing there was so much more to explore. "This way, we have to come back, right?" "Yup."

    So, now we count the days until our return. It's down to double digits. And, if we do just happen to not be back at work the day after the trip, well, then I guess I've blown my cover.
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