jackson hole

We are back. There is a reason that Jackson, Wyoming is the premier mountain destination in the U.S. or most probably, the world. It is breathtaking. Stunning. I live in a beautiful mountain town. Every day I am in awe of my landscape. Jackson still blew me away. I should also mention that we used to live there. For years we called it home base. I haven't been there since I had children, but certainly knew what to expect, and was still bowled over.

It's like a sucker punch to the soul.

The immensity of the landscape can't be described. I wanted to climb every mountain and sink low into every lake and river. We did. With cousins and aunts and uncles and grand parents. Here's a quick look.

If you go, take lots of money.

Or camp.

Whatever it takes, you should try to get there.

 Yellowstone is right next door. Don't miss Old Faithful Lodge.

I loved the thermals as a child and still love them. They're just fascinating.

We never hesitate to stop the car and swim in whatever scenic body of water is flowing beside the road.  This is the Fire Hole River and it was cool and wonderful. My kids are warming themselves on the rocks like lizards because we had no towels.

 Hello Mr. Buff.

This is Kelly Warm Springs. Locals dump their fish tanks in here when they leave town, so it's fun to look for colorful fish in the crystal clear water.

My folks and all the cousins. This 'hole' thing was their idear and I'm very grateful!

Uncle Ben (my bro), a long time Jackson resident and fisherman extraordinaire, took us to a secret spot to see spawning trout.

The classic Teton shot.

Jenny Lake was only frigid, as opposed to Taggert Lake, which was 'stop your heart' damn near frozen. We swam in it all. And canoed, too.

It was all glorious and I had a few aha moments that I will share with you through out the week.

It's good to be back!