Jackson Hole today is called a micropolitan area. (WHERE did they come up with THAT word?? Does it mean way small but very worldly / sophisticated?) If you ask me, it is a way-fancy place for being literally in the middle of nowhere. It's a place for the rich and famous to get away to. For us, it's a town to walk around in and enjoy the ambience of. (How about that: ended two sentences with a preposition. My English professor would be going nuts about now! Good grammar doesn't always make for good conversation though - and this blog is about a conversation with our grandkids. "Grandkids" is also not correct. A "kid" is a baby goat. Proper English would be "grandchildren." However, sometimes our grandchildren are as hard headed as baby goats, so grandkids is correct in it's meaning?? Now, back to Jackson Hole, Wyoming.)
But this morning, we grab the first picnic spot we find, have a nice breakfast of sausage/egg/biscuits, and then get down to the business of computer-ing. Yes! We get a super signal. Granpa is on his laptop, and I'm on mine.
We are entertained and closely inspected by the Canadian geese that must call this park their home.
I like the gosling in the middle. He seems to be the only teenager out here. Got a bit of growing to do, huh? We've got tons of goose pictures. I love them all, but I won't bore you with anymore of them.
After we get all our computing done we mosey into town for a bit of sightseeing.
This is the town square. At each corner they have these arches made from deer and elk horns. This stagecoach ride looks interesting, but it only goes around the block - and it has to stop for the stoplights just like the cars do. We opt out of riding the stop-and-go coach.
Here I am, visiting with one of my favorite writers, Mark Twain, as he chats with his friends, Tom Sawyer and Becky Thatcher.
There really is a lot of neat things to look at in the shops around the town square. I'm not much of a shopper at all, but I did enjoy every one of these places.
Then it's back to the park for a picnic lunch with the geese.
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