We, as photographers, are required by our genetic code to take photos of mountains. Primal imperative and all that. But the derned things are **so** shy. For instance, we have here the triplet of Owens, and the Grand and Middle Tetons, along with me on top of the Muffin freezing my butt off with a camera. In the twenty or so minutes I was up there, the top of the Grand showed for just one frame. Can you see it? No wonder we drink so much!
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