We have a habit of going to Jackson Hole for Mike’s birthday in early December (see here and here) and this year was no exception. We typically go the same weekend each year, and each time it is during the middle of a horrendous cold snap. Also, this year was no exception. It never got above zero degress – brr!
We drove the five hours over ice and snow, trying to simultaneously stay in good cheer while dodging 18 wheel tractor trailers. We arrived without incident and checked into our cabin at the adorable Elk Country Inn. It was my first time using Groupon Getaways and it went off without a hitch. It was great to have a standalone cabin so we didn’t need to worry about Lemhi and Franconia barking, or hearing our neighbors.
We did what we always do in Jackson – walk around town, stop in stores (Jackson is the only town we ever “tourist” shop in, how weird is that? We hate to shop.), eat amazing food and drink at the breweries and bars.
A lovely barista at Persephone‘s gave us a tip that the bighorn sheep were hanging out near the road on the National Elk Refuge. It was the only day that the clouds were slightly lifted, so we headed out for a look.
And they were awesome. We watched them from the cozy comfort of our car until the dogs realized that the sheep were actually alive, and couldn’t control their desire to leap out of the shut car windows.
We headed down the road as far as we could go, to what would have been a spectacular view of the Tetons. But it was just a tad too cloudy.
The birthday man even risked frostbite by leaving the vehicle in his enormous down jacket (my birthday present to him).
It was a fun weekend, capped off by what we saw on the drive home – mountain goats. Mountain goats are so elusive that Mike has never seen them, and I haven’t seen any since 2004.
Don’t you just want to go up and hug one?
And with that December has flown by in a frenzy! I’m busy making last minute Christmas preparations and trying to fight the last of the flu that I caught in California last week.