Actually, this post isn’t about Yellowstone. It’s about the Grand Tetons which, my younger sister informed us, loosely translates to “Big Tits.”
It was an accurate name for the mountains, if not very imaginative.
We stood there in awe of the mountains while Kevin explained an app he was thinking about designing where the Grand Tetons are sitting there all mountainous and majestic and then you touch them and they go “all jubbly.”
We were not worthy of this view.
That night when we went to the ranger talk and Ranger Garett held up a pair of moose antlers and said, “This is a particularly big rack,” can you blame our entire row for busting out laughing?
And can you blame us again when, at the end of the talk, Ranger Garrett wanted to show us the beaver he kept in a cage?
And yet again, when we rode across Jenny Lake and waved to all the people riding the Beaver Dick Leigh boat?
When someone goes and names a mountain range after a big set of “jubblies,” that’s just the way things go.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Grilled cheese sandwiches