Our 9+ hour drive to from Denver to Jackson, Wyoming was absolutely beautiful. This part of the country is so different than the east coast. It’s majestic. The rolling hills, mountainous backdrops, and charming western towns is a whole new perspective of America.
The last part of our drive was rainy so we decided to stop in Jackson for dinner, rather than cooking in a wet camp. Our camp host at Trail Creek Campground, Glenda, had texted me the day before to confirm our arrival. I texted her and let her know we would be in later than expected. I am still not sure how she was receiving the texts or texting me back because there was zero cell service at the campground. She must have some sort of magic Wyoming Wifi.
Jackson, Wyoming, better known as Jackson Hole is the gateway to Grand Teton National Park. In addition to delightful shops, tasty restaurants of all varieties, and fascinating old west allure, Jackson Hole has an airport that runs a few flights a day. In the winter it transforms into a ski town, situated right at the base of Snow King Mountain. In fact, we ate dinner at StillWest Brewery overlooking the gondolas that run up and down the mountain.
Our campsite was a pull through site that slanted a bit to the right be we made do. We slept in the next morning a bit, made breakfast and coffee, and headed into Jackson for a little shopping and tourism.
We perused the stores filled with western gear, sporting goods, jewelry, and every other tourist item you can possibly think of.
The town square has four entrances that all have a huge arch made of Elk antlers. PIC. This is quintessential Jackson Hole.
Since we were spending money we didn’t have we stopped at the Cowboy Bar (the seats are all made of out of saddles- COOL!) sipped on a cold one, then hit the road to explore a bit of the southern portion of Grand Teton National Park (no we were not drunk driving. We had one beer over an hour). We took a few scenic drives trying to find some wildlife.
We saw a mama bear and baby bear! (see pic above)
But, it was mid-afternoon and quite warm we gave up and decided to head back to camp for a gourmet hot dog dinner.
We adventured down “Moose-Wilson Road”. This was a poor choice. The road has been described as rough to us, but we doubted the women’s opinions. Again, a poor choice. Thankfully, the road was only 2 miles long, but it was a stressful 2 miles. We zigged and zagged trying to avoid monstrous potholes and other vehicles. We won’t be going down that road again. Ever.
We returned to camp- which by the way had the cleanest vault toilets I have ever come across. No, really. They had air fresheners, the bowls were scrubbed clean, and there were jars with some sort of sticky material in them to catch the flies. I told our host that she won the award for freshest vault toilets I have ever seen. For those of you who don’t know what a vault toilet it is, it’s a pit toilet housed in a small enclosure with a toilet seat/column cemented on top of the pit. They are usually putrid.
I’ll transition from poop to food, because that seems natural—
My attempt at a fire was soggy and pitiful we so we cooked some hot dogs and beans on the camp stove. Something about hot dogs and beans while camping is just so comforting.
We turned in early since my fire sucked and we had to get up in the morning to secure a first come first serve campsite in Grand Teton.
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