So after our extremely memorable hike around Jenny Lake, we (or at least I) were ready for a relaxing evening. We found it in Jackson, Wyoming.
I was wondering about the difference between Jackson and Jackson Hole. A little research reveals that the general area we were in is known as Jackson Hole, earlier as Jackson’s Hole. Why hole? The term comes from language used by early trappers (of whom Mr. Jackson was one), who entered the valley from the north and east and had to descend along relatively steep slopes, giving the sensation of entering a hole. The touristy town within the Jackson Hole area is named Jackson. It really was a cute little stereotypically Western town.
It had a real Western feel, and Sarah Palin would have felt right at home: antlers appeared to be a favorite form of decor.
Jackson was very dog-friendly; several shops had dishes of water set out at the door for the many dogs walking by with their owners.
I found fun popper toys in a shop — the same kind I reviewed earlier, but in Wyoming-appropriate moose and bears!
The whole town was high on the politically-incorrect meter, which I was loving.
And never was the anti-PC factor higher than at the shoot out we happened upon. Seriously, a bunch of characters in western garb were chatting with the audience, when all of a sudden they began shooting at each other! It was wildly unexpected, and loud, and … western. One little kid began screaming, probably scared that some odd version of Newtown was upon her.
They were all about their guns and their freedoms, and it just felt like kind of a place where I could feel at home. That’s always a good feeling :).
Finally, some cute little ground squirrels (?) in a park as we walked back to the car.
All in all, a fun way to end a pretty stressful day.