Today we went from Bear World just outside of Rexburg to Jackson Hole, WY.
Yes, I know we're going the wrong way (Forks is west) but tough. We're headed to Yellowstone proper where the Cullens like to hunt.
We had two options to get to Jackson Hole—the northern route which would take just under 2 hours, or the southern route, which added an extra 20 minutes.
We went south so we could drive through Swan Valley. We thought that would be cool but it's one of those blink and you miss it places. We had breakfast at a local greasy spoon and asked if Swan Valley had any connection to Charlie or Bella Swan. No one was willing to verify it, but there are rumors that some of Charlie's people settled here eons ago. In fact, one person went as far as to say that they think Charlie was born in this house (see right). Not sure if we believe them or not but we took a picture just in case.
When we got to Jackson Hole, we stocked up on trail mix and energy drinks. Then we went up to Grand Teton National Park. I used to come up here a lot when I was in college. Made the trip on a motorcycle more than once—and it's wonderful! Unless you don't make it down the mountain before sunset. Then you freeze!
We did a little hiking and rode the aerial tram. Suan just about fell out when she thought she saw Edward.
After that close call, we went back down to town and checked into The Rusty Parrot Lodge. We rested a bit, then went on a whirlwind shopping spree.
When I was there—circa 1977-79—Jackson Hole was this cozy little town at the base of the Tetons. Now, however, it's booming with celebs. So around 7:00 p.m., we hit the Koshu Wine Bar—not for the wine. For the celebrities. Apparently, this is THE place to be.
Here are a few of our best pics:
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Now playing on my iPod: 100 Years by Five for Fighting