This big antler arch and super-sized tourists prove that we've finally made it to Jackson, Wyoming.
Since we were here last year I'm not going to say too much about it except that it was very, very crowded.
The local Virginian Lodge comes with phones, TV, a pool and karaoke and even has an RV park behind it...
And since it includes a drive-up liquor store, we decided to stay.
Voila. The Virginian.
My sister Marisa showed up with her husband Gary and we devised our own walk-up liquor window.
Here we are doing what we do best: chowing down while drinking vino.
Jackson is just a few miles south of spectacular Grand Tetons National Park. Two days ago (I'm writing this on July 23rd) seventeen climbers were struck by lightning on the highest peak and one climber died when he fell off the mountain. So like the Grand Canyon, all this beauty comes with risks.
That's why we decided to tempt fate and cross one of the crowning jewels of the Tetons, Jenny Lake, in this leaking vessel.
Gary was convinced we would sink. My sister thought that was funny.
Meanwhile, Paul and Daisy prayed that we would indeed sink to the bottom so he could inherit my fortune and find a young chick or two.(This is actually the Episcopal Chapel of the Transfiguration which has been a Tetons landmark since the 1920s.)
Anyway, this small cabin/store near the Chapel is where we went after we survived our Jenny Lake cruise.
Since the weather turned chilly Marisa stole these historic long johns
while Paul y mi madre did what they do best: sit and stare.
Nearby, an old cable ferry run by the National Park Service offers rides across the Snake River. At one time this type of ferry was fairly common around the United States but now only a few exist. The ride was free and since we love "free" we hopped aboard.
Gary, still scared, and clinging to his life jacket.
Turns out that our captain (Ranger Mike) took something of a shine to me. He was tres cute.
That ranger hat, life preserver and white work gloves sent my failing libido into overdrive. Adios, Pablo y Daisy! I'm hitching my wagon to a new dude.
Marisa growled "cougar"... but as it turns out, Ranger Mike and I weren't meant to be. He said he was born and raised in Ogden, Utah (just like the Osmonds) and that screamed "Mormon" to me. Since Mormon and Catholics don't mix, I high-tailed it back to former altar-boy Paul. Goodbye, Ranger Mike. It was sweet while it lasted. All ten minutes of it...
In case you're wondering, this cable ferry had an accident awhile ago. Another ranger was taking visitors across the river when the cable snapped and the ferry floated downstream in the fast current. It became lodged under a bridge a quarter mile away and everyone had to be rescued. Now that would have been something to write about.
This big antler arch and super-sized tourists prove that we've finally made it to Jackson, Wyoming.
Since we were here last year I'm not going to say too much about it except that it was very, very crowded.
The local Virginian Lodge comes with phones, TV, a pool and karaoke and even has an RV park behind it...
And since it includes a drive-up liquor store, we decided to stay.
Voila. The Virginian.
My sister Marisa showed up with her husband Gary and we devised our own walk-up liquor window.
Jackson is just a few miles south of spectacular Grand Tetons National Park. Two days ago (I'm writing this on July 23rd) seventeen climbers were struck by lightning on the highest peak and one climber died when he fell off the mountain. So like the Grand Canyon, all this beauty comes with risks.
That's why we decided to tempt fate and cross one of the crowning jewels of the Tetons, Jenny Lake, in this leaking vessel.
Gary was convinced we would sink. My sister thought that was funny.
Meanwhile, Paul and Daisy prayed that we would indeed sink to the bottom so he could inherit my fortune and find a young chick or two.(This is actually the Episcopal Chapel of the Transfiguration which has been a Tetons landmark since the 1920s.)
Anyway, this small cabin/store near the Chapel is where we went after we survived our Jenny Lake cruise.
while Paul y mi madre did what they do best: sit and stare.
Nearby, an old cable ferry run by the National Park Service offers rides across the Snake River. At one time this type of ferry was fairly common around the United States but now only a few exist. The ride was free and since we love "free" we hopped aboard.
Gary, still scared, and clinging to his life jacket.
Turns out that our captain (Ranger Mike) took something of a shine to me. He was tres cute.
That ranger hat, life preserver and white work gloves sent my failing libido into overdrive. Adios, Pablo y Daisy! I'm hitching my wagon to a new dude.
Marisa growled "cougar"... but as it turns out, Ranger Mike and I weren't meant to be. He said he was born and raised in Ogden, Utah (just like the Osmonds) and that screamed "Mormon" to me. Since Mormon and Catholics don't mix, I high-tailed it back to former altar-boy Paul. Goodbye, Ranger Mike. It was sweet while it lasted. All ten minutes of it...
In case you're wondering, this cable ferry had an accident awhile ago. Another ranger was taking visitors across the river when the cable snapped and the ferry floated downstream in the fast current. It became lodged under a bridge a quarter mile away and everyone had to be rescued. Now that would have been something to write about. 
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Keep it clean, please. And nice. And complimentary.