Grand Teton National Park (yes, the French Trappers named it after tatas) is the only national park with an airport in the middle. So, the landing and take-off views are amazing, if a bit surreal:
The national park service has maintained Alaskan-style army snow-shoes from the 1940s that park visitors use, which contributes to the general lost-in-time feel of the undeveloped wilderness (that is occasionally interrupted by the 757s overhead):
Every morning, I looked out my window to see this:
The one day I was able to ski, it was a white-out. But I did manage to sneak in a few views of the entire valley from the mountain between the fog and snow patches:
And, it seemed like every day, no matter where we went, we were presented with a majestic view of one sort or another:
I'm not normally the kind of person who loves the winter. But I must admit, there was something very calming about the constant stark beauty of the cold and the muffling quiet from the snow.
I heart Grand Teton National Park.