Surely fishermen understand the experience of going to a familiar spot and have fish after fish land in the creel. So it was that night at the Elk Refuge in Jackson Hole, when clouds materialized above the Sleeping Indian — the formation formally known as Sheep Mountain, but so-called for obvious reasons. The particular trick on this evening was that as the large clouds materialized behind the Sleeping Indian, the sun that illuminated them kept slipping behind clouds to the west.
The clouds were enormous, and spectacular. We actually thought we had gotten the pictures we came for when we drove a few miles further up the dirt road.
Distant Jackson Peak — all the way across the valley from the Tetons — was similarly lit by this magical light. And then we saw, from a different angle, how the clouds were lining up with the Sleeping Indian’s face and headdress.
This rendered the Tetons themselves perhaps the fourth most magnificent sight in the valley.
It was one of those nights.
Tulip Frenzy 