Floating down the Snake River on a big, soft raft. The sun is shining and a gentle breeze is blowing. The occasional gaggle of geese pottering in the shallows is utterly unperturbed. As far as the geese are concerned, we're just one more species. (Which of course, we are) The water is so clear you can see straight to the bottom. And to our right, the magnificent, soaring mountain range.

Even Bao enjoyed it. He's sleeping. You know he's having fun when he falls asleep.

We saw a pair of bald eagles and their two eaglets flapping their wings on the edge of the nest. We saw a mama moose and her baby, drinking at the river. We saw antelope. The current is quite strong, and there were tiny areas of rapidlets, but our raftsman Andy was so expert that we never even got splashed. That was fine with me. Bao and I don't do dangerous. We don't even do exciting. I guess we're getting old.

We also visited the National Museum of Wildlife Art, which has been constructed from 433 tons of Arizona sandstone to look like an exotic outcrop overlooking the National Elk Reserve. Great art, but no elk. (They go south for the summer) That was fine with Bao. He doesn't like anything bigger than he is, unless it's stuffed.

Dick Cheney is in town. He lives here. Grand Tetons National Park is the only National Park in the United States that has an airport inside it, and Cheney often comes home to relax and indulge in a bit of hunting, or fishing. It's summer, so he's probably fishing. Thank goodness for that.