Leaving Jackson Hole was bittersweet. After living there for three months, working six days a week, and filling every Sunday (my only free day) with as many activities and sights as possible, I was mentally exhausted by the end. I was looking forward to my next adventure, as I always am. I had already found my next job and even planned out my road trip. Honestly, I was itching to leave by the time the first week of September rolled around.
I dedicated my final day off to head back into Grand Teton National Park one last time with my friend/co-worker to see everything we hadn’t yet, or at least to revisit our favorite spots. We walked on the shores of Jenny Lake, drove the full loop through the park, stopped at a few places here and there, and ate on the deck at Signal Mountain Lodge. Taking in the sights of Grand Teton for the final time this season was tough.
I’ve grown attached to Grand Teton National Park. It’s beautiful (of course) and in some ways it feels like home. It’s a place I’d be happy to return to every summer. Working on the ranch was stressful at times, but it was a life I mostly enjoyed. I would never be content to stay for too long, as I’m never content anywhere for too long, but being in Jackson Hole always felt right.
I know I could go back next summer, have the same job and the same room, but I know I’m no good at going back to something I’ve already done. It’s just not the way I operate.
On my final day in Jackson, I was in a hurry to pack up my car—for maybe the third or fourth time this year—and get on the road. On to the next. I said my mental goodbyes to the ranch and to the mountains. I said goodbye as I drove north through Grand Teton and on to Yellowstone. I caught my last glimpse of Grand Teton, only hoping that I’d see it again someday.