When I lived in northern Utah, the drive to Grand Teton and Yellowstone were considered no big deal. My college roommate and I cruised up during spring break one year. My last visit was during a multi-day motorcycle ride with my sister and brother-in-law.
Today's drive seemed to take twice as long. Well, there was the stop just south of Malad, Idaho, to pee. And a stop in Idaho Falls to get supplies. And a stop outside Ririe for gas. And a stop in Swan Valley for ice cream. And the slow traffic from Hoback, Wyoming through Jackson. And the turnoff at Antelope Flats Road wasn't as close as I thought.