Sunset Lake to North Fork Cascade Canyon (8 miles)

The fourth day of our honeymoon backpacking trip greeted us with a glorious sunny sky once again. We ate and packed up. Chris was feeling much better — not perfect, but definitely improved from yesterday’s altitude headaches and fatigue.

We left Sunset Lake around 9:30 and headed north on the Teton Crest Trail. Today’s scenery remained impressive. In fact, we think it got better. Just 5 minutes into the day, we walked through an amazing wildflower patch. Anna was beaming.

Walking through a wildflower patch on the Teton Crest Trail

We climbed, pausing to take photos. Or maybe photography breaks were an excuse to catch our breath.

Climbing away from Alaska Basin

As we neared Hurricane Pass, the Grand Teton poked out dramatically over the ridge.

Approaching Hurricane Pass in Grand Teton National Park
Approaching Hurricane Pass in Grand Teton National Park

At Hurricane Pass, the tremendous scale of the Tetons was made plain. Trees at the base were minuscule in comparison. We sat quietly and took in the view.

Tetons viewed from Hurricane Pass

As we began to descend from the pass, Schoolroom Glacier and its turquoise lake appeared beneath the three Tetons.

Grand, Middle, and South Teton, plus Schoolroom Glacier in Grand Teton National Park, Wyoming

Several switchbacks and a short side trail later, we arrived at the bright turquoise pool full of glacier snowmelt. The water appears turquoise because as the glacier grinds against the mountain, it creates a very fine powder called rock flour. The rock flour particles are so tiny that when they flow into the pool, they remain suspended, refracting light to create an intense blue-green color.

Schoolroom Glacier
Schoolroom Glacier and pool

We continued hiking down into the South Fork Cascade Canyon. It was idyllic. The trail wound through grassy meadows beneath tall peaks.

Teton Crest Trail in South Fork Cascade Canyon

The geography of the entire valley was gorgeous, a classic U-shaped glacial valley. Having just viewed a small glacier up close, we could reflect on the massive glaciers that once carved this valley out of solid rock.

Glacial valley

The trail parallels South Fork Cascade Creek downwards.

South Fork Cascade Creek with waterfalls in the distance
South Fork Cascade Creek with waterfalls in the distance

A father and son hiking up asked us to take a photo for them. We happily did, and they returned the favor for us.

Us next to South Fork Cascade Creek

As we continued to descend to lower elevation, the vegetation along the trail grew denser. We started holding a loud conversation so as not to startle any bears. The roaring creek nearby made it difficult to hear though. All of a sudden the thick brush next to us erupted with the loud crack of branches snapping. With a rush of adrenaline, we grabbed our bear spray (not cameras). We looked left to see a large creature scrambling and thrashing through the brush about 15 feet away.  It was a huge bull moose with large antlers! We’re not sure who was more startled, us or the moose!

Our heartbeats gradually slowed back to normal as we continued down the trail. We crossed the creek on a helpful log bridge.

Crossing a log bridge

We reached the Cascade Canyon Trail junction and turned into North Fork Cascade Canyon. The trail now began to climb as it paralleled the North Fork of Cascade Creek upwards. When we are hiking, one of us sometimes calls out “360” to the other person to make sure we’re appreciating the beauty in all directions, not just what’s directly in front of us. This “360” call was sweet. Looking back where we’d come from, the Tetons appeared like something out of a fairy tale.

View of Tetons from Teton Crest Trail

For a short bit the trail went straight through an area of snow heaps and chaotically twisted and downed trees. We assumed there must have been an avalanche there this past winter. Pika scampered around in the rock piles nearby.

Pika running on rocks

Our backcountry permit for the night applied to any of the designated campsites in the North Fork Cascade Canyon camping zone. We walked past the halfway point of the zone since we heard the views were better on the northern end, closer to Lake Solitude. When we started investigating the signed camping areas in the northern half, we only found full sites. We were getting nervous that we might have to backtrack to find an earlier unoccupied site. Happily, nearing the end of the zone, we found an empty, tranquil spot. Chris unpacked and set up the tent while Anna filtered water and cooked dinner.

Alpenglow kissed the peaks. It was time to sleep and get energized for our final day on the Teton Crest Trail.

Alpenglow on the Teton Crest Trail

Note: This hike occurred in late August.



  1. Have been enjoying your blogs for some time now. Am really enjoying this honeymoon packwalk of yours. Your photos are breathtaking and the last one – alpenglow, day 4, is just magical, awe-inspiring.

    These are my riches, that none can take away from me,
    Stored as mountain grass is stored in the byre;
    These shall shine of an evening when winter befalls me,
    Sitting by the fire.

    Mine are the torrents and the timeless hills,
    The rock face, the heather and the rain,
    The summits where the life-wind thrums and thrills,
    And, answering, the glad heart sings again:
    The good grey rock that loves a grasping hand,
    The stress of body and the soul’s rebirth
    On the tall peak where gods and men may stand
    Breathless above the kingdoms of the earth:

    The drowse of summer on the sunlit crags
    Lulled in the blue and shimmering air of June,
    When Time, the lazy mountain- traveller, lags
    To dream with us an endless afternoon:
    The ice-wind stealing downwards from the crest
    To hush with frost the reedy river’s flow,
    When all the mountain land on winter’s breast
    Sleeps, in the deathly silence of the snow.

    These are my riches, these and the bright remembering
    Of ridge and buttress and sky-shouldering spire;
    These I shall count, when I am old, of an evening,
    Sitting by the fire.

    By the late Showell Styles

    keep hiking! regards Barrie from mountainless
    Australia PS do you now sell your book overseas?


    1. That’s a lovely poem, thanks for sharing it, Barrie! And we really appreciate that you like the photos so much.

      Due to customs and tax issues we are unable to ship outside the US. However, if you have a friend in the US order one, we will ship a book to them. Your US friend can then re-ship the book to you with a customs form marked “gift”. Thanks for your interest in the book!


  2. So, why did the peaks look white (i.e., snow covered) when you looked back at them? I think I would just be overwhelmed with the magnificence (if I wasn’t took busy trying to breathe…)! And loved those alpine flowers. :-)


  3. Breathtaking! I love traveling through your blog. I smile because of the beauty and at the thought of your love and care for each other to experience wonderous things. 360!


  4. North Star walking through the wildflowers with the rocky peak in the background is so breathtaking–such a contrast in colors and textures and beauty. Thanks for letting us walk this extraordinary path with you!


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