Puzzles, Patience and Spoonfuls of Sugar

        One of my favorite things to do when I was a kid (aside from playing catch with my dad…that’s right) was to play with puzzles.   All kinds of puzzles, crossword puzzles, jigsaw puzzles, logic puzzles.  I liked searching for the answers or fitting the pieces together, and loved the satisfying feeling of solving them or seeing the whole picture complete.  Of course, patience was paramount and it helped that I was born with plenty of it.  Puzzles are still one of my favorite past times.  Today, however, aside from the usual ones, I often catch myself trying to solve a different kind:  the puzzle that life is — purpose.

        I say catch myself because it’s usually not intentional (although it should be).  It’s just that sometimes, as you know, certain things happen which leave us scratching our heads and saying…humm.  That’s usually what prompts the 5 W’s to invade my mind, becoming the edge pieces needed to start my “purpose” puzzles with:  who, what, when, where, and why.  That’s me, and I know that’s some of you, most of the time.  Still, other times we choose not to bother with this purpose thing.  Takes too much thinking.  Plus we believe there is a Higher Plan for us and we think such will unfold itself one way or the other no matter what our actions, leaving us responsibility-free.  But that would be the easy way though, and if we understand that Christianity is sometimes taking the road less traveled, responsibility then should be, among others, the main reason why we should try to figure out purpose.  Once we have gone through the process of piecing together some of these puzzles, we come to recognize that the other reasons for doing so are beneficial to us and can turn out to make quite a difference.

        Can it, though, and how, if the Plan is written, edged in stone, His will be done, etc., etc., etc.?  Well, one thing I have come to believe is that for the most part the purpose of God’s design for us is not so much in what occurs but in how we deal with what occurs.  It’s about this:  circumstances + choices + free will = consequences.  God presents us with circumstances.  For each circumstance – a set of choices, giving us free will of course, and for each choice we make – consequences.  Whenever I look back through the workings of this cycle after certain trying things have happened in my life, I have almost always been able to see how I got to where I was at that time and how God gave me the strength and courage to make it through many of those times.  That alone, at the very least, if nothing more, is worth the trouble of working out a purpose puzzle.

        Sure, even at first glance, the word “purpose” itself can feel massive and complex, and the thought of it intimidating.  Quite the challenge.  But purpose differs in extent and it’s not always so difficult to decipher.  We all have what sometimes seem insignificant and coincidental experiences, what some of us call God winks.  Like spotting a tiny little lizard in the room where you had been packing your bags for a flight you’re catching early next morning which prompt you to close the bags at which time you discover one of the bags has the zipper completely out of commission which sends you to the store at the eleventh hour to buy a new bag…imagine the predicament minutes before rushing out to the airport should you have not  encountered that lizard the night before.  That was last July and that’s my lizard purpose story.  I know most of you have your own God wink stories.  Coinkidinks as my daughter calls them.

        But I’m sure most of you would agree that the most significant purpose stories in our lives involve people.  Those in and out of our lives for a season, a reason or a lifetime, as they say.  Whether family or not, all chosen for us nonetheless.  Some to help us, others to mess with us, but all to test us.  And it is in the process of reflecting and working on figuring out our purpose puzzles that we realize how we are used as God’s instruments, according to the gifts and talents He has given us.  And that we have a responsibility to make ourselves accountable to each other.  An act that can help save  us from falling into the hands of the enemy.  An enemy who never misses a chance to come knocking at our door (otherwise we might open without even looking through the peephole).  We all have a role to play in this Master plan, and how we react to and deal with circumstances can be an example to others.  Second major reason for looking into this purpose deal.

        When I think about the people in my life and the intertwining roles we play in each other’s lives I’m often able to come up with lessons, whether learned or not, that came from most of the experiences and how they have affected me.  Teaching me, preparing me and molding me into the person I am today.  From every family member, every friend and every acquaintance, to the homeless guy who reaches out to you some mornings at the Cafe window.  All divine connections.  Their objectives precisely timed, since once purpose has been served, we are often asked to move on.  And move on we must.  Easier for some than for others (myself one of these others).   This is where those of us who don’t do well with change get stuck.  Yet, we must be appreciative of all of our experiences no matter how difficult or painful they sometimes are.

        The process of reflection and of reading between the lines of God’s Plan can help sharpen our sight and make our calling a bit clearer for us to follow.  It can also help us reach realization and acceptance.  This acceptance allows us, wherever called for, to break down those walls of pride and resentment, and to forgive; and this forgiveness, allows us to move on.  Ultimately it can all serve to get us into the right place allowing us to better deal with things. 

        Initially though, when we start to put together one of these puzzles, we are seldom ab
le to see the reasons for the things we must go through, the incidents and the people we are wondering about at the time, and we often
become frustrated when the picture is not clear right away.  That alone can be trying and affect us physically and emotionally.  Not to mention what it does to our faith.  This is usually where I find myself Mary Popping my way through this phase of the puzzle…with a spoonful of sugar.  Why it is essential that we go about this puzzling business patiently, listening for God’s whispers, stepping back and looking from afar.  Because the closer you get or you are the less you can see (sort of like my eyesight lately).  But when realization hits and the pieces start lining up, it can be quite liberating…Next!…. How sweet that is.  Time and the Lord take care of everything…something I bank on every day of my life.

        Meanwhile, as we continue sorting out and interlocking those pieces, we must ask God to give us insight into our experiences so we can better know where it is we should be heading and how best to serve Him, allowing Him to use us to touch every life we come across.  The benefits are mutual no doubt; as life can be an echo and gives us back what we give out.  To live, as they say, in such a way that those who know us but don’t know God will come to know God because they know us.

-by Connie Perez

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Flicks 1

For over a century now, films have left their mark on the world. And some affect us. Those that have the ability to engage our emotions and imagination, and inspire us or distress us. Films with characters who seize the day with their enthusiam and spirit, or with underdogs who lift us with their courage and decency. Or those with characters who amuse us, or disgust us, or whose roles depict the darkness of human condition. They may not necessarily be award winning films or high gross earning films, but they are films that are worthwhile on a different level — they have a lasting impact.

Check out this list of movies. Click on them to read about them and view trailers.

It’s a Wonderful Life

The Passion of the Christ

Schindler’s List

Life as a House

Field of Dreams


An Unfinished Life


Finding Neverland

In Her Shoes

October Sky

What Dreams May Come

More suggestions to come in future posts.


Rhyme and Reason – Emily Dickinson

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886), born in Amherst, Massachusetts. 

Interesting tidbit:  Dickinson wrote to a friend once:  “I never enjoyed such perfect peace and happiness as the short time in which I felt I had found my savior.”  She went on to say it was her “greastest pleasure to commune alone with the great God & to feel that he would listen to my prayers.”

Here are some of my favorite poems by Emily Dickinson:

“Going to Heaven”

Going to Heaven!
I don’t know when —
Pray do not ask me how!
Indeed I’m too astonished
To think of answering you!
Going to Heaven!
How dim it sounds!
And yet it will be done
As sure as flocks go home at night
Unto the Shepherd’s arm!

Perhaps you’re going too!
Who knows?
If you should get there first
Save just a little space for me
Close to the two I lost —
The smallest “Robe” will fit me
And just a bit of “Crown” —
For you know we do not mind our dress
When we are going home —

I’m glad I don’t believe it
For it would stop my breath —
And I’d like to look a little more
At such a curious Earth!
I’m glad they did believe it
Whom I have never found
Since the might Autumn afternoon
I left them in the ground.

-Emily Dickinson


“Hope is the Thing With Feathers”

“Hope” is the Thing With Feathers
That perches in the soul —
And sings the tune without the words —
And never stops — at all —

And sweetest — in the Gale — is heard —
And sore must be the storm —
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm —

I’ve heard it in the chillest land —
And on the strangest Sea —
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb — of Me.

– Emily Dickinson –


“I’m Nobody! Who are You?”

I’m Nobody!  Who are you?
Are you — Nobody — Too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise — you know!

How dreary — to be — Somebody!
How public — like a Frog —
To tell one’s name — the livelong June —
To an admiring Bog!

-Emily Dickinson


“I Shall Not Live in Vain”

If I can stop one Heart from breaking
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease one Life the Aching
Or cool one Pain
Or help one fainting Robin
Unto his Nest again
I shall not live in Vain

-Emily Dickinson

Almighty Timing

Teaching religion to teenagers can be quite challenging, let alone on Saturday mornings. Throughout the years, I have had students who excel at making my task of getting through to them nearly impossible. But I remember what a friend said to me, “As long as we reach at least one.” And this year is no different.

We’ll call him Joe for the sake of anonymity, and he was surely put in my life this year to test my catechetical dedication and patience. Even though I had a one-on-one talk with him a couple of weeks ago, and although he seems to be coming around a bit, most of the time I could just kick him out of class, because it would just be so much easier, you know? This past Saturday was one of those days…we were barely into our class and I was already this close to giving up on him and telling him not to let the door hit him on his way out.

Then, I had an unexpected visit from an ex-student from five years ago. We’ll call her Christie. Back then Christie was sorta like Joe…she was quite a challenge…a test to the limit. Right after her Confirmation, Christie came back to CCD to help out.An unlikely candidate, I thought at the time.And she ended up staying and teaching until this August when she left to Gainesville to attend the University of Florida. One of those surprise students. I’ve had a number of those throughout the years. Anyway, like I said, she came up to my class to visit me and told me how well she is doing up at UF, how happy she is there, and that she started going to mass at St. Augustine, the church across from campus that I myself used to attend when I was up at UF. That was wonderful, I thought, and I felt so proud of her. But it didn’t stop there. She also told me that once she got settled in, she looked into it, and is now teaching CCD up there. As she shared these things with me, amidst her many warm hugs, she thanked me for everything she says I had done for her, adding that she has not forgotten my class or the things I spoke about.

After a few minutes, Christie said goodbye and my attention returned to my class. As I faced my students once again, now with a grin on my face, not only from satisfaction, but mostly from realizing how God had just winked at me and how His timing never fails, I continued the challenging task of teaching that Saturday’s class, Joe included, with a surge of patience and a renewed and illuminating sense of purpose. Right, my friend, God’s funny in that way…the way He winks at us…with almighty timing…again and again.

I shall never believe that God plays dice with the world.– Albert Einstein



What is the mountain in your life? Are you wandering like a lost sheep?

        What a time we are living in.  All the suffering we are witnessing.  Not to mention those adversities we experience up close and personal.   Bringing Why and Doubt knocking at our doors.  We become discouraged, disappointed, we falter, we stop praying.  Does nothing for our faith, does it?  It’s a vicious circle.  Causing even those rich in it to struggle to hang on to it, and those shaky in it, to loose it.    How do we strengthen it, how do we regain it?  There’s plenty of scriptures from which to interpret which touch the subject of why suffering is allowed and how to regain, hold on to, and grow in our faith.  We can read them, try to apply them through our own hardships and, if we’re lucky, be filled with a sense of satisfaction.  Easier said than done for most of us.  Why is that?  Because we live in the “fast food” era for one.   We want everything “yesterday.”  When faced with our own adversities we want swift resolutions; when faced with loss of faith, we want it back in a flash.  And on top of that, we want this without having to put much effort into it.  Think again.

        I can tell you I’m no stranger to adversity, from losing loved ones to being told of the chance of our son not walking out of his surgery.  Being visited plenty by Why and Doubt, and feeling like the “lost sheep” on many occasions, wandering in my lack of faith like a lost soul.  And folks, this while already having the faith seed planted in me.  That seed is priceless and powerful, but it doesn’t grow on its own.  Turns out we must cultivate and water it so that it can grow into a plant to such a great extent that even a mountain of earth cannot stop it from pushing upward.  How do we cultivate our faith?  How can we make it so strong that it can move that mountain?  With prayer.  It works.  I know first hand how faith can be regained, maintained.  This may take a while, however, because this doesn’t fall in the fast food category.  Patience plays a big role.  So does willingness and effort.  Case in point:

There was a very religious man named Jim, who lived near a river. One day, the river rose over the banks and flooded the town, and Jim was forced to climb onto his porch roof. While sitting there, a man in a boat came along and told Jim to get in the boat with him.   Jim said, “No, that’s okay. God will take care of me.”   So, the man in the boat drove off.

The water rose higher, so Jim climbed onto his roof. At that time, another boat came along, and the person in that one told Jim to get in.   Jim replied, “No, that’s okay. God will take care of me.”   The person in the boat then left.

The water rose even more, and Jim climbed onto his chimney. A helicopter came along and lowered a ladder for him. The woman in the helicopter told Jim to climb up the ladder and get in.  Jim said, “That’s okay.”   The woman said, “Are you sure?”   Jim replied, “Yeah, I’m sure God will take care of me.”

Finally, the water rose too high and Jim drowned. Jim got to heaven and was face-to-face with God.  Jim said to God, “You told me that you would take care of me! What happened?”

God replied, “Well, I sent you two boats and a helicopter. What else did you want?”

        God helps those who help themselves. And the mere fact that we are conscious of that empty and lost feeling inside of us when we lack faith is a great sign and what pushes us to strive to regain that flame in our hearts.  God’s plan and purpose, beyond our control.  Our faith, totally within our control.  It’s ours for the taking.  Be sure that, like the lost sheep, He will carry you back to Him.  All you need is desire.  Just grow in your faith and watch God set about the removal of your mountain.  Be patient yes, but get on it.

-by Connie Perez

                                             [“The readiness is all.” – Shakespeare].

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Rhyme and Reason: We Are Connected

In this great circle of life, rest assured — we are all connected. There is a specific plan and purpose set out for each of us, and many times, these plans intertwine, taking us in and out of each other’s lives, at precise moments. It is a set up — the place, the time, the people.

“We Are All Connected”

We are connected, you and I..
Like Wind and Rain and Earth and Sky..
We are joined by Heart and Soul
Created from God’s Earthen mold;

We daily grow through Thought and Deed
God’s Holy Love is our Seed..
Nurtured by our Faith and Love
Blessed by Guidance from above;

We are Light and Laughter, Joy..
We are Man, Woman, Girl and Boy
And we each Sing and Mourn and Weep
And what we sow we also Reap;

Connected by our Sacred Breath
We all share Life and suffer Death..
So we must Nurture one another
For we all are Sister, Brother;

Not Country, Religion, even Race
Should cause us Hate nor bring Disgrace
One blood are we, one Heart to beat
All gathered ’round Lord Jesus feet;

We are connected, you and I
Kin to those who run, who fly
To all God’s Creatures on this Sod
We are all Children of God….

-Linda Steffey


“We Will Meet Again”

We will meet again my friend,
A hundred years from today
Far away from where we lived
And where we used to play.

We will know each others’ eyes
And wonder where we met
Your laugh will sound familiar
Your heart, I won’t forget.

We will meet, I’m sure of this,
But let’s not wait till then…
Let’s take a walk beneath the stars
And share this world again.

-Ron Atchison


I sought my soul,
But my soul I could not see.
I sought my God,
But my God eluded me.
I sought my sisters and my brothers,
And here I found all three.

Author Unknown


He drew a circle that shut me out
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
But Love and I had the wit to win!
We drew a circle that took him in.

-Edwin Markham


Your love, Jesus, is an ocean
with no shore to bound it.
And if I plunge into it, I carry
with me all the possessions
I have. You know, Lord,
what these possessions are

the souls you have seen
fit to link with mine.

-St. Therese of Lisieux


“The Arrow and the Song”

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, who has sight so keen and strong
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long after, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroken;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.”

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


“The Special List”

I have a list of folks I know
all written in a book,
And every now and then
I go and take a look.

That is when I realize
these names they are a part,
not of the book they’re written in,
but taken from the heart.

For each Name stands for someone
who has crossed my path sometime,
and in that meeting they have become
the reason and the rhyme.

Although it sounds fantastic
for me to make this claim,
I really am composed
of each remembered name.

Although you’re not aware
of any special link,
just knowing you, has shaped my life
more than you could think.

So please don’t think my greeting
as just a mere routine,
your name was not
forgotten in between.

For when I send a greeting
that is addressed to you,
it is because you’re on the list
of folks I’m indebted to.

So whether I have known you.
for many days or few,
in some ways you have a part
in shaping things I do.

I am but a total
of many folks I’ve met,
you are a friend I would prefer
never to forget.


Beam Me Up, Scotty!

        I was walking with my hubby on our way back from lunch the other day, as we came across a pair of pants and a shirt just lying on the pavement, and I said jokingly, “Oh look at that, someone was vaporized…beam me up Scotty.”  It was pretty funny at the time and we had a good laugh.  Later on, in one of my delayed reactions, as is usually the case with me, I dissected the incident.   I couldn’t help but tying that sight to that of a soul exiting the body.  You know, the type of thing we’ve all seen played out in movies, like Ghost.  Soon one thought led to another and I found myself once again contemplating the mystery that life after death is and the ways in which this mystery manifests itself in our lives.

        Take dreams for example.  They say they are by far the most common connection.  At the risk of sounding a bit uncanny, I’ll share one I had recently about my sister wherein I’m washing the dishes and I hear a “psssst…” coming from the living room, I anxiously peek out of my kitchen door and see her standing by the front door looking at a framed scripture I have by it that reads “As for me and my household, we will serve the Lord.”  It seemed so real, so clear, I began to hyperventilate both out of fear and elation and tried speaking, but the words were barely coming out:  “Do you love me?  Do you love me?”  She walks closer to me mouthing the words I love you, and I walk over to her with open arms and as I try to embrace her she disappears.  I awoke suddenly hyperventilating just as in my dream.  Now, that’s not the first time I have dreams of the sort involving loved ones I’ve lost, I’ve had many.  I suppose it has a lot to do with how close I was to these individuals and how much they remain in my thoughts.  Sometimes I feel aware of a loved one’s presence through an occurrence which may seem ordinary, like certain signs.  These manifestations, while seldom “water cooler” conversation, are nevertheless experienced by many.  I know, however, there are quite a number of skeptics out there about this sort of thing, but surely it can be argued that what is coincidence to one person is another’s message from beyond, wouldn’t you agree?  I’m sure some of you have had similar incidents involving dreams and signs.

        The whole process concerning the loss of a loved one, whether to death or to life (the latter a topic for another time), is certainly not a walk in the park, and one for which we are never the same again.  It is said that time heals all wounds.  I would say some wounds yes, I don’t know about “all.”  I think what time does do is that it affords us a period, a phase, within which to fully accept the will of the Lord and be at peace with it, that’s time’s healing power and we welcome it no doubt.  As for the missing part…I for one miss those I’ve lost more and more as time goes by.  Just recently while on this subject, a friend said to me “I will never be the same again,” I agreed with her and added that for me, those pieces of my heart missing after each loss…well, you gotta go through it to understand.  Sure, our faith, our blessings and the support from family and friends help us get through a loss, so yes, our lives fall back into place, eventually, our surroundings, our work, our friends, our activities, but not us, we, in part, are never the same again.  Luckily, however, those of us rich in faith and abundant in memories are capable of experiencing these wonderful dreams, of seeing these wonderful signs.  Compelling means of keeping our loved ones close to our hearts, vivid in our minds.

        In this ever-changing world of ours there is one thing we can count on and that is God to be changeless and dependable.  We can always rely on Jesus Christ, whose love and grace is eternal, to get us through our most trying times.  In His infinite grace and wisdom He made sure to give us faith.  This gift from Him has been my constant.  How magnificent that our faith in God allows us to remain hopeful.  Hopeful that all that we once shared with those we’ve lost is not gone but instead carries on to be transcended in the life to come.  It is like that for me.  I hope for those of you who share in my faith, it is as well.  For after all, it is this faith, this hope that helps us prepare for that difficult day when our significant others, when we ourselves, are beamed up like Scotty.

        May the light of your faith so shine that it will illuminate the heart of another.

                                “…Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:
                                       And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.” – Psalm 23

This and That For the Soul…To What End?

        So much material written now a days about what’s good for the soul.  Some of it good advice no doubt.  Advice some of us try to apply to our daily lives, but which to few of us really commit, sort of like the diets we go on.  I’ve done my share of reading about what’s good for the soul and even given a shot at applying some of these suggestions.  And somewhere along the road I ask myself, to what end is what I’m doing good for my soul?  I’ve found that when it comes right down to it, only one thing I do is good in every aspect for my soul – – prayer.  I often tell my students that prayer is to the soul as water is to the body.  I believe there are times when no matter what we do, all the discussion, all the thought, all the logic, do nothing to help us get into that right inner place.  Only prayer can help us get there and keep us there.  How, when, and where we do it it’s all up to each individual, but how often we do it is the essential thing.  

        What a difference prayer can make in a moment, in 24 hours, in a lifetime.  You’d be surprised at its power.  And to what end?  Well, this life is good, but keep the fork because the best is yet to come.  Yes, as Christians, we should live our lives striving to reach this ultimate goal, eternal life, no?.  Prayer can get us there because through it the soul falls into place, into the right place, and like a domino effect, it affects everything else around us.  As believers, as faithful people, prayer is not an option.  Not if you want the best that’s yet to come.  So let prayer kick off the domino effect in your life.  No, really.

In case you’re not familiar with the expression “Keep the fork, the best is yet to come”:

There was a woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. As she was getting her things “in order”, she contacted her pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.

She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in. The woman also requested to be buried with her favorite Bible. Everything was in order and the pastor was preparing to leave when the woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.

“There’s one more thing,” she said excitedly. “What’s that?” came the pastor’s reply. “This is very important,” the woman continued. “I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.” The pastor stood looking at the woman, not knowing quite what to say. “That surprises you doesn’t it?” the woman asked. “Well, to be honest, I’m puzzled by the request,” said the pastor.

The woman explained. “In all my years of attending church socials and potluck dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say ‘keep your fork’. It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming…like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie or something wonderful, and with substance! So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder ‘What’s with the fork?’. Then I want you to tell them: “Keep your fork….the best is yet to come”.

The pastor’s eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the woman goodbye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She KNEW that something better was coming.

At the funeral people were walking by the woman’s casket and they saw the pretty dress she was wearing and her favorite Bible and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the pastor heard the question “What’s with the fork?” And over and over he smiled. During his message, the pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. The pastor told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either. He was right.

        So the next time you reach down for your fork, let it remind you oh so gently, that the best is yet to come…

-by Connie Perez

Travel for the Soul: Exploring the National Parks – Wyoming / South Dakota

Ahhhhh…Wyoming…my favorite state. Here’s the first of the “Exploring the National Parks” entries, although it was not the first national park we visited.  We made this trip back in 1999.  We started planning it with the sole intention of traveling to Wyoming just to visit Yellowstone National Park.  In the process, we learned there were other nearby sites which were too interesting to pass up.  Like Mount Rushmore in South Dakota, and Devil’s Tower and Grand Teton National Park, also in Wyoming.  From its broad high plains to its soaring mountains, Wyoming is a state like no other.

Yellowstone National Park:

Old Faithful                               Aerial view of Grand Prismatic Pool                    Bison

Yellowstone National Park was established in 1872, as the first national park in the United States.  It is located mostly in Wyoming, with parts of it extending into Montana and Idaho.  Yellowstone is known for the variety of wildlife living in the park, but mostly for the 300 geysers and 10,000 geothermal features found there.  Like Old Faithful, the most famous geyser in the world, errupting every and Grand Prismatic Spring, the largest hot spring in the U.S.  There are also many hiking and horseback trails.  This national park is an amazing place!

General Info.:  http://www.nps.gov/yell/planyourvisit/index.htm

Inside the Park –
Old Faithful Inn

Grand Teton National Park:

        Teton Range as viewed from Jackson Hole


Grand Teton National Park is home to one of the most recognizable mountain landscapes in the world, and it is located only a few miles south of Yellowstone National Park.  It is named after the Grand Teton, at 13,770 feet, the tallest mountain in the Teton Range, a fault-block jagged mountain front about 40 miles long.  This mountain range rises from the valley floor of Jackson Hole.  Jackson Hole is one of the biggest skiing destinations in the U.S. and one of the most visited summer playgrounds.  It is the cutest western town you’re ever going to see, complete with board sidewalks and chic stores. 

General Info.: http://www.wyomingtourism.org/
Jackson Hole – http://www.jacksonhole.com/?issue=iss05&pg=25&seq=k

Teton Village – 
Hotel Terra: http://www.hotelterrajacksonhole.com/
Jackson Hole – http://www.jacksonholeaccommodations.net/
Other – http://www.nationalparkreservations.com/grandteton.htm

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