Bradley at Bradley Lake

On Father's Day after a ginormous breakfast at the buffet at the Grill, we went on our next big hike to Taggart and Bradley Lakes.

Since Caleb walked in a stream in his boots the day before, they were still soaked and he hiked in his flip- flops. I am extremely impressed. He never said anything about his feet being sore. He used his flip flops for the rest of the trip, I estimate that he probably hiked over fifteen miles in them. When we got home, I probably spent ten minutes on each foot with a brush trying to clean the dirt that was embedded in his skin. Kind of gross, I know.

These pictures were taken of Taggart Lake whereas the following ones are of Bradley Lake, where Hunter and Rachel had a run in with the fabled "Hoodie Monster of Bradley Lake."




To illustrate the point of the love the Millers have for the Tetons, my husband is in fact named after Bradley Lake. I'm glad they didn't name him Teewinot.

We had parked the car next to the park stables and while we waited for Laura and Ellie (they didn't go on this hike) we took some pictures at the fence. Since we were doing official research, we had a paper in our car that allows us to park where most park patrons can't. I like that perk.