While not the first place that would have popped into my head as a destination of choice, Jackson Hole, Wyoming is now quite near (if not THE) most fantastic vacation we’ve ever taken. In short, since Saturday we:
- Road a gondola to the top of a mountain
- Took a round-trip on a ski-lift (not quite to the top)
- Went whitewater rafting, tourist-style, in the 46 degree, raging Snake River
- Jumped off a perfectly good mountain
- Road horses WAY out in the back country with an old cowboy and a bear-chasing dog named Jackson
- Saw Old Faithful showing off
- Hung out by an amazing waterfall
- Saw a moose, some buffalo, some deer and a black bear
- Ate Elk, buffalo sausage, buffalo brisket and other game (unrelated to my previous point)
- Slid down a mountain on an overgrown skate
- Got bit by the largest and the most mosquitoes I’ve ever been food for
Thanks to Arturo and Nurse Jolie (who are having their baby right now, literally!) we were able to take more than 1,200 fantastic, high-quality pictures on their super-duper, fancy camera. Once we get them culled down to the only best 500 or so we’ll post them for all to see.
However, all this did come at quite a cost. Jackson Hole is expensive! Apparently, it’s known as the place the billionaires go to get away. The last day we spent $80 on appetizers. A “starter home” runs around $800,000, just to paint a picture. And since housing is so expensive there are very few worker bees. Thus service in restaurants and other places is pretty dang poor. It seemed like in every place we visited there was at least one employee who had only been there a week. Needless to say, Maggie and I will be eating mac & cheese for the next few weeks.
I’ll be posting more stories with pictures as we get them uploaded.
Meanwhile, Maggie is doing fine although she continues to be troubled by pain in her back (besides me, thanks.) She figures what she needs is a good long (expensive) massage. We may even try some acupuncture. What the heck. She did tell me last night that, happily, her hands and feet are finally starting to regain sensitivity. That’s wonderful news. We expected that the numbness from the chemo, known as peripheral neuropathy, would last for as much as a year. Once again, we are so lucky.