After The Wild West took off, collectors kept asking the same question. Do you shoot the Tetons? Not yet, but I wanted to.
So I put it on the list and started planning. Then everything got in the way. Car trouble, life trouble, you name it. Trip after trip fell apart before I could go.
When I finally made it up there, I got there early to secure my spot. Storm clouds sat right on the horizon, and the odds of catching that first pure glow on the peaks were next to none. I was right. No glow. But I could see the clouds starting to break, so I held tight while the crowds packed up and left.
Then it opened up, and a golden light spilled across the whole backdrop of the Tetons.
Some places make you earn them. This one did, and it waited until I had it to myself.