Drove back over Teton Pass this morning to spend the day visiting the town of Jackson, Wyoming. The town was named for an 1820’s trapper named Davey Jackson. Jackson Hole got its name because the early trappers called a valley a Hole thereby the 18 mile wide x 48 mile long valley got the name Jackson Hole. A tourist town but with a lot of upscale art galleries, clothing shops, gem stores and restaurants.
On each corner of the main park in town is an entrance arch made from Elk Antlers. Over 7500 Elk spend the winter on the Elk Refuge just up the valley from town. The Bull Elks shed their antlers in the spring and the local Boy Scouts go into the refuge to collect the shedded antlers.
Had lunch on the front patio of Cafe Genevieve. We had a small table for 2 and Tucker had to get under and stay under the table the whole time. Nancy had the daily special Smoked Trout Benedict and I had a Reuben sandwich with a big slab of corned beef.
As we left town and headed back over the mountain to Idaho had our last looks of the Teton Range, Was an interesting few days exploring this corner of Wyoming.
