We biked 15 miles down to Jenny Lake to hike and enjoy a little jaunt up the mountain. Of course anyone who knows Ben well enough understands that a hike up a mountain is everything and more that one could imagine. We left the trail early on and ascended up a slope, steep enough where we needed to grab onto trees at some points and use makeshift walking sticks to hold our ground. We made it to the point where the tree line ended and we began walking through leftover snow drifts. Then we descended back down the cliff on the rocky side and jumped from rock to rock as we precariously made our way back down from the heavens. Five hours later, we drank the purest of water from fresh flowing streams at the base of the mountain.
That night we found a spot to camp among the trees near String Lake (a tiny lake alongside Jenny Lake). As we made dinner, while swarmed by mosquitios once again, a beautiful silver and black fox came over and snooped around looking for scraps.
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