Jackson

As you enter Jackson from the north, you see signs mentioning "The National Elk Refuge" a vast flat plain called Antelope Flats, for as long as anyone can remember, vast numbers of wild elk make their way here every winter as the snow starts to cover all the high country.

The public park in the middle of Jackson has an arched entry at each corner, made entirely of intertwined cast off antlers.

I liked Jackson, I found a small RV site right on the main street, again, great for going walk about and doing some re-supplying, Jackson is a low rise, log built, cowboy town, Jackson is unusual in having a number of higher class shops.

The name Jackson Hole I think came about because of the ring of hills surrounding the town, it is a name that congers up a picture of a gunfight on the main street with all the locals running for cover.

Moving south from Jackson the road runs between the Caribou range on the right and the Wyoming range on the left down route 89 heading for wherever my next stop might be. It turned out to be a one night stop at Bear Lake, a nothing place, just a nice name, somewhere to put my head down.