After the big party night in Park City and three great days of skiing, it was time for Grant and I to start heading north again. Well north and east. Next stop was Jackson, Wyoming.
Jackson Hole is a place I’d visited with my family when I was about 10 or 12 years old. Every year my family would load up all the kids into the mini van and we would see America. For two weeks we covered a different region of the country and my dad would drive and my mom would read. My father loves a good roadtrip, he isn’t happy unless we are driving and seeing the countryside go by. It’s a great way to see America, all its small towns and people. I think that is where I get my love of roadtrips.
That year we had done an out west tour of the Rocky Mountains. (We had seen a great play in town called, “You can’t take it with you”, check it out if you get the chance) The reputation of Jackson Hole was well known to me even at that tender age and my dad took me to see the mountain. It had a gondola and a 4 mile long run. 4 miles. That was like 100 miles to a 10 year old. I was so impressed by its size and beauty I vowed to come back and ski it one day. That day was approaching.
Both Grant and I were sore from skiing and the drive made us a more stiff than anything. We had found a deal on Orbitz at the Snow King resort. Originally we were supposed to couch surf with some of Grants friends, but the plans had fallen through. It was nice though to stay at a resort with their hot tub and free shuttle to the mountain and the fact we got a nice soft bed to sleep in and could throw our stuff all over the room (ok, ok, my stuff all over the room).
After we check in, we stretched out our legs with a surprise ski at Snow King Mountain. Since we were staying there, we got a free ticket for night skiing that evening and we needed it since we were so stiff from being cooped up in the car. It was a cute mountain, not many runs, and mainly for beginners/intermediates, but it was exactly what we needed. By the end of our 2 hours of skiing we were all warmed up.
After a quick shower and change, we went for a night on the town (transportation courtesy of the free city shuttle, woohoo!!!). Grant knew a place that had a $6 burger and a beer deal in the basement bar right on the square; that we discovered that we missed since it was no longer happy hour. We did however have a wonderful elk steak dinner though, which was incredibly delicious. I love to eat elk and make a point to eat it whenever I can. Afterwards we looked for a place with live music, which we were successful to find except that it was the worst music we had ever heard. The billboard had said R&B dance music, but it was straight up elevator music. They even played ‘My Sharona’. So bad.
Luckily we were able to get into the Million Dollar Cowboy Bar where they had both kinds of music, Country and Western being played by actually a pretty good band. I don’t care for the country music but I like live music. Grant and I had fun time attempting to two-step together, (if that is what you can call what we were doing). I enjoy a guy who will bring it to the dance floor even when neither of us know what we are doing
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