Mike and I left the park the next morning to explore Jackson Hole, Wyoming, a valley steeped in a rich history that blends the ruggedness of the Old West with raw natural beauty. The valley, often mistakenly thought to be the town of Jackson itself, actually encompasses a broad area including the town. It was originally named after Davey Jackson, a mountain man who trapped beavers in the region in the early 19th century.(The term "hole" was used by early trappers to describe high mountain valleys. I had to look up whether the town was called “Jackson Hole” or just “Jackson” so I included this bit to help with any ongoing confusion.)
The town of Jackson, founded in the late 1800s, serves as a gateway to two of America's most visited and beloved national parks: Grand Teton and Yellowstone. Jackson Hole's proximity to these parks makes it a base for wildlife enthusiasts, hikers, and skiers.
Mike and I left Grand Teton’s gate, driving on a small two lane road paralleled by a beautifully paved biking/walking trail leading almost all the way from the town into the park. “Too bad we’re not cyclists,” Mike said, pointing to the path passing through open plains before those bewitching mountains.
“Maybe someday we could come back with bikes,” I agreed. We’d been thinking about purchasing some battery assist bikes and this was another reason to consider it.
We were soon backed up in traffic entering Jackson, but once we found parking to explore on foot. The town had managed to maintain its frontier charm with wooden sidewalks and false-fronted buildings that evoked its pioneer spirit, while offering upscale amenities, art galleries, and fine dining. The Jackson Hole Mountain Resort, located nearby in Teton Village, was world-renowned for challenging ski terrain and had contributed to the valley's reputation as a destination for winter sports. National Elk Refuge, located just outside Jackson, provides a unique and critical habitat for thousands of elk each winter. Clearly, Jackson Hole was a special place.
We ate an enormous breakfast that included a slab of elk steak with biscuits and gravy, then tried to walk it off exploring the shops. Unique offerings abounded, like a store filled entirely with hand-made knives including sheaths embellished with Native American beading. A leather goods place held everything from saddles to elaborately worked vests and boots. This particular store even held fur pelts.
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