People usually behold the spectacle of the Teton range from the East looking West. But many never experience is the view from the other direction. To see it for ourselves, Jo and I climbed 4,000 feet over 7 miles to reach the 11,000’ summit of Table Mountain; an odd, flat mountaintop that puts you right next to the iconic range. We’d enjoyed Fall colors along the way, but nothing could prepare us for the view. It was truly jaw-dropping, and Joanna’s first time at 11,000’ feet.
On our way down, Jo found that she was not feeling very well. Her nausea progressed until hiking become an intolerable ordeal. We lay down a few times and took plenty of breaks, but then night began to fall and I pushed her hard to finish the hike, telling her every hiking story that I could think of at the top of my lungs to keep from startling any grizzly bears that were bedded down in the foliage along the trail. She was not very happy with me, but we made it to the trailhead. But even there, Joanna’s symptoms seemed to be worsening. It took a visit to the Emergency Room and a long night in a motel room before she began to show signs of her usual self. The following day, she expressed feeling what she called a “mountain hangover”.
A few days out, she’s joked that it was one of the most beautiful hikes she’s ever been on, followed by one of the most agonizing nights she can remember. Whichever part we end up looking back on, this is not a hike that we’ll be forgetting anytime soon!