This was one of those days where you just wish you had two or three weeks for the trip. Up the Wind River, on to the Tetons, and then, by the Tetons. (I'm not a philistine: I have been to the Tetons three or four times, and camped there for a Shabbat, as well.)
I got into Logan, and just sort of felt it was time to stop for the day. You know how it is.
