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It rains all night. We awaken to the excitement of all the motorhomes migrating on to their next destination. We have a front row seat after all. We chuckle and pack up camp.
The Tetons peek in and out of a gray cloud cover. We see a herd of elk from a distance, but too far for pictures. We slow down for Jackson Dam, but don’t dare take his picture. Jack is going through a no pictures, please phase. He yelps in anger- as I’m sure you can see from most of the pictures. We skip a lot of the visitor centers here. We were spoiled in South Dakota. The centers there had great exhibits and information. Here, you get a ranger and a map.
We continue south seeing the occasional elk. Up ahead, we see a bunch of people pulled off to the side of the road. It’s the critter alert. We slow down and it’s a moose! We park and bring out the cameras. What a beautiful animal. He seems so serene, munching on the grass along a creek with 50 tourists snapping his picture.
At the end of the Teton park (or the beginning if you were heading north) is a huge new visitor center. Apparently they spent all their money on one, because this one is impressive. Architecturally, it is log cabin meets modern. There’s stuffed bears near monitors on the floor playing wildlife scenes. We learn about people who have climbed the Tetons and thus, the search and rescue teams as well. As we load up, we see two “Cruise America” RV’s who have bee traveling together along the same path we have. They are all wearing yellow coats and speaking French, so they are easy to spot.
From there, we find ourselves in the cute little town of Jackson Hole, WY. We pass the town square, where each corner has and arch of antlers. We’re ready for some retail therapy and this is the place! We check into the Virginian campground and then catch the bus downtown. You can’t exactly park the RV in downtown Jackson. The city bus has a free downtown shuttle, which is easier than calling a cab for 6 people- besides; the kids have only ridden the shuttles at the airport.
Downtown, we find a lunch place, but have to wait a bit while they seat a group of folks in yellow coats. Oh, how funny…our traveling companions from before. We’re all a bit grumpy from low blood sugar and appetizers help a lot. The kids order “rabbit food” and dig into a plate of carrots and celery. Dave and I have pita brushetta that has huge kalamata olives, roasted garlic and tomatoes. It puts us right back into our happy place. Dave orders the corn chowder with buttery croutons and cheddar broiled on top. More happy place. We enjoy our entrees, which we are way too full by now to eat. Our poor waitress has been struggling to communicate with our French companions. We look over and see that one of the men has pulled her on to his lap while his friends take photographs. She’s about 5 shades of pink. We gently tease her about it when she comes back and she reaches her 6th shade of pink. I’m sure she sees all types.
The kids want to do one of those vintage style photos where you dress up like cowboys and fancy ladies. This seems like the perfect place. We have fun picking out our costumes. Carter is the cutest little gambler you’ve ever seen. Dave walks out in his bow tie and hat…I tell the girls that their dad is hot. They both roll their eyes as I delight in their embarrassment. The photographer hands Jack a rifle- frightening. We end up with a great shot, though Hannah is mad that I picked the one without her glasses on. Tate is such the lady with her fan and hat.
We spend a fortune on cowboy get-ups for the kids. Jack gets what every almost 4 year old needs…chaps. Tate ends up with pink boots, pink leather vest and pink hat. She’s a total Barbie girl in a Barbie world! Hannah can’t find her size boots and all that pink is a no-go with her. We’ll look tomorrow. After investing in the local economy, we head to an Italian restaurant and have a huge delicious dinner. We ride the bus home. Tate and Jack, both decked out in cowpoke gear grab two seats next to each other, as though the rest of us aren’t even there. The European girls sitting across from them can’t stop giggling at how cute they are.
Carter is peeking over my shoulder, batting his big baby blues at the Spanish speaking gal behind us. You can almost hear him saying, “Hola, mi amore!” I think he misses Alma. I know I do!
The Tetons peek in and out of a gray cloud cover. We see a herd of elk from a distance, but too far for pictures. We slow down for Jackson Dam, but don’t dare take his picture. Jack is going through a no pictures, please phase. He yelps in anger- as I’m sure you can see from most of the pictures. We skip a lot of the visitor centers here. We were spoiled in South Dakota. The centers there had great exhibits and information. Here, you get a ranger and a map.
We continue south seeing the occasional elk. Up ahead, we see a bunch of people pulled off to the side of the road. It’s the critter alert. We slow down and it’s a moose! We park and bring out the cameras. What a beautiful animal. He seems so serene, munching on the grass along a creek with 50 tourists snapping his picture.
At the end of the Teton park (or the beginning if you were heading north) is a huge new visitor center. Apparently they spent all their money on one, because this one is impressive. Architecturally, it is log cabin meets modern. There’s stuffed bears near monitors on the floor playing wildlife scenes. We learn about people who have climbed the Tetons and thus, the search and rescue teams as well. As we load up, we see two “Cruise America” RV’s who have bee traveling together along the same path we have. They are all wearing yellow coats and speaking French, so they are easy to spot.
From there, we find ourselves in the cute little town of Jackson Hole, WY. We pass the town square, where each corner has and arch of antlers. We’re ready for some retail therapy and this is the place! We check into the Virginian campground and then catch the bus downtown. You can’t exactly park the RV in downtown Jackson. The city bus has a free downtown shuttle, which is easier than calling a cab for 6 people- besides; the kids have only ridden the shuttles at the airport.
Downtown, we find a lunch place, but have to wait a bit while they seat a group of folks in yellow coats. Oh, how funny…our traveling companions from before. We’re all a bit grumpy from low blood sugar and appetizers help a lot. The kids order “rabbit food” and dig into a plate of carrots and celery. Dave and I have pita brushetta that has huge kalamata olives, roasted garlic and tomatoes. It puts us right back into our happy place. Dave orders the corn chowder with buttery croutons and cheddar broiled on top. More happy place. We enjoy our entrees, which we are way too full by now to eat. Our poor waitress has been struggling to communicate with our French companions. We look over and see that one of the men has pulled her on to his lap while his friends take photographs. She’s about 5 shades of pink. We gently tease her about it when she comes back and she reaches her 6th shade of pink. I’m sure she sees all types.
The kids want to do one of those vintage style photos where you dress up like cowboys and fancy ladies. This seems like the perfect place. We have fun picking out our costumes. Carter is the cutest little gambler you’ve ever seen. Dave walks out in his bow tie and hat…I tell the girls that their dad is hot. They both roll their eyes as I delight in their embarrassment. The photographer hands Jack a rifle- frightening. We end up with a great shot, though Hannah is mad that I picked the one without her glasses on. Tate is such the lady with her fan and hat.
We spend a fortune on cowboy get-ups for the kids. Jack gets what every almost 4 year old needs…chaps. Tate ends up with pink boots, pink leather vest and pink hat. She’s a total Barbie girl in a Barbie world! Hannah can’t find her size boots and all that pink is a no-go with her. We’ll look tomorrow. After investing in the local economy, we head to an Italian restaurant and have a huge delicious dinner. We ride the bus home. Tate and Jack, both decked out in cowpoke gear grab two seats next to each other, as though the rest of us aren’t even there. The European girls sitting across from them can’t stop giggling at how cute they are.
Carter is peeking over my shoulder, batting his big baby blues at the Spanish speaking gal behind us. You can almost hear him saying, “Hola, mi amore!” I think he misses Alma. I know I do!
3 comments:
love that picture of the gamblers ad the fancy ladies! I was having flashbacks from when we did it. In our picture the baby was still inside the fancy lady but Michael was about Jack's age and when they handed him the rifle. He was in pure heaven.
Hee-hee..I totally know that picture! History repeats itself!
Hi David,
I just wanted to thank you for being such a good friend to Sean through the years. You have been their for him and helped him with the trainer you set him up with to better his health. You gave him a job when he was out of work. I appreciate you and your kindness to him. Thanks again and may God bless you for the kind things you do.
Jeannie Spiker-Griffin
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