I’ve wanted to go to Jackson Hole pretty much since the first time I heard of this magical place. Granted, I always envisioned visiting in the height of winter when the city was buried under a blanket of white fluff, but how can you not love a place that’s this pretty in the spring, as well?
After we left Yellowstone, we drove to Jackson for four days. The first three were spent indoors, doing a little anti-rain dance. The final one—the day we were supposed to leave early for Montana—was gorgeous, if not a bit chilly (think: parka weather). We went on a brisk morning float along the Snake River with Solitude Float Trips, then wandered around town a bit before making for the Idaho border.
The downtown was cutesy and full of character, with both tourist draws like stagecoach rides and quirky attributes such as these antler sculptures sprinkled around the city.
I loved everything about Jackson Hole, but particularly how it embraces its Western heritage.
Some towns that try to do so in quite the same manner come off as cheesy; I found the Old West vibe of Jackson endearing and, more than anything, just plain old-fashioned fun.
Jackson Hole, expect a return trip from these travelers—hopefully next ski season, if you’ll have us!