Where Was I?

  Well, lets see, after Ennis we cruised to West Yellowstone, and I found a cool bike shop called, Free Wheel, Free Heel. It was a bike shop/x-c shop, run  by a really nice lady Kate.  I got espresso there before we drove up into Yellowstone.  The next morning I saw beaver, fish jumping, and three moose as the sun rose, burning off the frost that lay in the valley where the river flowed under the mist.  After packing the car to the brim, we split for Jackson, driving from Montana into Idaho.  Along the western side of the Tetons we skooted, and climbed the pass over to Jackson.  Upon arriving, we met up with an old friend by the name of Fiorini, who took us hiking and fishing on  the Gros Ventre River.  The next day, along with Jake, we took a hike near Death Canyon, and jumped into a lake that was nestled in a small valley below the Tetons.  From there we could watch the smoke rising from the fire that had started just the day before.  After the hike, we went back to Jackson, where we ate dinner and watched the wildfire smoke billow up from behind the ridge that gaurds town.  In the morning the fire was still raging, but we had to take off, leaving behind the blaze, only to see about three other wildfires across the state.  Today we are at my gerandmas, where we dug post holes and set fence posts, and now relaxing before steaks.  Yum