The Storm Troopers

By Ali McNabb

Our paddle across Jackson Lake on the first day of an early season trip this year was one to remember, an epic tale of man verses the forces of nature. The morning kicked off with classic blue skies, sunshine and a calm lake.  However, while we were beached on a little island for a picnic, the clouds grew and billowed over the peak of Mt. Moran.  Zac and I gave each other a look as if to indicate, “Look at that weather, we’d better start rolling,” so we did.  The sky above continued to shine, but the clouds were darkening as they grew closer.  We had half a mile before reaching camp on Grassy Island at the southern tip of Jackson Lake.  I thought we could make it, but the weather had other plans.  The wind picked up and within seconds it started to hail; it took all the energy we had to remain accurately pointed in our kayaks.  We were all flailing about, and now the storm was nearly on top of us.  We still had to get to camp, which I then noticed was conveniently located in the eye of the storm.  Zac came rushing over and started helping each guest as we hauled the boats out of the water and on to our JRig (also known as, “Fatty,” the support boat for our operational equipment here in Wyoming).  I remember struggling to communicate with folks in the water, paddling and talking while keeping an eye out behind me.  All I saw was the silhouette of Zac lifting gear out of someone’s kayak and onto the rig.  It was bright and shiny a half mile behind us, yet furious ahead and the lighting was remarkable.  Once we were all safe on the JRig, we were able to motor to camp. 

Tents were set up quickly and we built a fire stat.  Zac and I set up the ‘bat wings’ for shelter and got the water boiling.  Camp was tightly tied down and everyone was safe and warm within minutes of our arrival.  Then, like the flick of a switch, the storm stopped. It came, stirred up the lake, and moved on.  By the next afternoon, we were enjoying bluebird skies.  The rest of our trip was flawless, with unbelievable views of the Teton Range surrounding us with waterfowls cruising by.  Some even engaged in a game of bocce ball, while others flipped off rocks and into the bay.

Mother Nature lets us know she is in charge.  Nonetheless, we persevered and were rewarded the opportunity to explore and ponder one of Earth’s most beautiful places.  The Grand Tetons and Yellowstone National Park combine together to infuse big beasts, powerful rivers and jagged mountain ranges.  The unpredictability of this place is part of the wonder and magnificence of its playground borders.

As summer begins and wildflowers dust the meadow, bears are out grazing while bison wander in herds.  I invite you to join us here in Wyoming, where you too may experience life’s natural dramas firsthand in the real outdoors.
 

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Written by Ali McNabb