While we stayed in our slimy RV park in a far too heavily touristed Jackson (Hole), Wyoming...
my sister, brother-in-law, and mother basked in the glow and glory of the "Love Ridge" resort.
You can feel the love the short distance from our slimeball RV park to their $350 per night condo ( Love certainly has its price while our RV park was only a fraction of that).
Paul felt so sorry for my sister popping for the Love shack that he took everyone out for snacks and drinks at this outdoor mountainside cafe (called "43 North", nice spot).
A highlight of our Jackson Hole experience was the alpine slide ride barely seen here at lower right. During the summer, many ski areas like Jackson turn their downhill slopes into luge-like rides like this one.
You take the ski-lift to the top, pick up a sled, hop onto the downhill track and zip down at about 30 miles per hour. But my sled had a rock stuck underneath it so I barely hit 3 miles an hour, cussing all the way. But the operators said "tough" and wouldn't give me another ride.
Then came the real highlight. Mom agreeing to ride the ski lift to the top of the mountain up to well over 34,000 feet. That's where jets fly.
She survived the trip none the worse for wear and suddenly she was like a kid you had to drag away from the carnival 'cause it was time to go. She was yelling and stomping her little feet and we had to slap her and throw her into the car, still kicking and screaming.
Proof that she made it to the top.
They took the lift. I walked to the top.
While we stayed in our slimy RV park in a far too heavily touristed Jackson (Hole), Wyoming...
my sister, brother-in-law, and mother basked in the glow and glory of the "Love Ridge" resort. 
You can feel the love the short distance from our slimeball RV park to their $350 per night condo ( Love certainly has its price while our RV park was only a fraction of that). 
Paul felt so sorry for my sister popping for the Love shack that he took everyone out for snacks and drinks at this outdoor mountainside cafe (called "43 North", nice spot). 
A highlight of our Jackson Hole experience was the alpine slide ride barely seen here at lower right. During the summer, many ski areas like Jackson turn their downhill slopes into luge-like rides like this one. 
You take the ski-lift to the top, pick up a sled, hop onto the downhill track and zip down at about 30 miles per hour. But my sled had a rock stuck underneath it so I barely hit 3 miles an hour, cussing all the way. But the operators said "tough" and wouldn't give me another ride.
Then came the real highlight. Mom agreeing to ride the ski lift to the top of the mountain up to well over 34,000 feet. That's where jets fly.
She survived the trip none the worse for wear and suddenly she was like a kid you had to drag away from the carnival 'cause it was time to go. She was yelling and stomping her little feet and we had to slap her and throw her into the car, still kicking and screaming.
Proof that she made it to the top.
They took the lift. I walked to the top. 
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Keep it clean, please. And nice. And complimentary.