As I wandered the river bank alone on the last day of my trip, I came across this bone. Along with the grey overcast skies, it reflected my mood well. Just as the bone represented an end, the vibrancy of the past week too was dissipating. I melancholically procrastinated my departure. At one time, a free ranging animal had passed this way. How its end came, I didn’t know. It also occurred to me that there’s a different side of the Tetons I hadn’t realized before. Notwithstanding the hordes of people that visit the park every year, the Tetons remain a wild and rugged place.