Before we know it, we find the Snake River, and the mighty gorge it has carved out of these mountains that again tower over us. They are great grey titans, studded with tall straight pine or fir wherever there isn’t a sheer cliff face. There are valleys now and again, opening into vast farmland plains with clusters of homes and shops before the unyielding granite peaks pinch the end shut again.
Eventually we find Jackson and our hotel in one of these cool little valleys, where now in June the lillacs are just starting to bloom in the parking lot below out room. Back home, the lilacs are out in April