Don’t worry, we did not get eaten by a pack of rabid bison in Yellowstone – we have just been home getting back into the swing of life. Ok, so where did we leave off…
Oh yes, we headed out from Moab in search of some Mormons. We quickly discovered groups of these in both Provo and Salt Lake. What vicious young people to get married on a Tuesday and wear long skirts like the Amish. Actually, they were just fine, though I’m sure they wanted to recruit us – but we came out of it unscathed. Their temple was pretty huge and no attempts were made by us to enter (we knew better). We left the hot, muggy, Salt Lake area for the colder nether regions of Wyoming/Montana/Idaho. Gone were the 98 degrees (no not the band) of Moab.
Jackson was warm when we arrived and we found a delightful tavern to get some vittles and drinks, only to be moved indoors due to the pending rain that would last the whole time we were there. The porch was roped off and we instead, enjoyed our meal in the great indoors. Jackson is must go – it’s a very cute little town with multiple little stores to buy the standard (but altered for Jackson) t-shirts (i.e. “Bears Love People”, wildlife focused) – Morgan came out with his own Beaver Beer shirt. The “Snow King” mountain overshadowed the city and Morgan instantly decided we must move there (don’t worry; no moves are in the horizon).
We enjoyed our time in Jackson; even so the activities were limited. The summer season hadn’t quite started (so no museums) and the winter was all but over (save for the snow that fell on Thursday). With light coats, we stuck around the town, going in and out of shops to keep warm. The best was the one that drew our noses… hmm the candy shop where they had lots of taffy, caramel corn and fudge. We looked through the real estate listings and decided that this best stay a vacation spot, as opposed to living quarters (that and the fact that Morgan was unable to find a barber no matter how hard we tried). Finally, we got directed to the Natural Museum and enjoyed a reprise from the shopping.
Dinner was at 43 degrees N and we had a good time chatting with the bartenders and watching TV over beer and food. The next morning we were to head out through the National Parks just north of the town and hope that the clouds lifted to see the tops of the Tetons.
Off we go!
(there were no pictures taken do the crappy conditions, you will just have to imagine Morgan shopping;))
