Friday, March 24, 2023

Home on the Range

Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam...  Or even better, give me friends who have a home where the buffalo roam. Next stop, Jackson Hole, Wyoming. 

Ordinary cowboys ride United, Hermes cowboys ride Gulfstreams.

It's been a while but when you're in the shadow of the majestic Tetons, you're home.

Step lively cowpokes this isn't a Dude Ranch. After you've mucked out the stable I need you to patch up the fence in the upper pasture. 

His last vehicle to sport these plates was a spiffy blue and neon green Huffy 10-speed.

So much for that fence in the upper pasture. More like the first Pullman carriage back to civilization.

Now that's where the real cowboys rest their spurs, not the artisanal third wave coffee roaster around the corner. Remember when a million dollar cowboy could actually afford land in these parts?

We're gonna settle this once and for all with selfies at 10 paces. Draw!

Out of my way puny humans, I have some annoying tourists to gore.

Turns out maybe Summer Elsa is more her jam.

Old Faithful, she delivers ever time.

Hang on, I thought we only export carbon emissions?

The mean slopes of Jackson Hole, where poor technique is exposed like the deadly granite walls of Corbet's Couloir.

Just like your lack of a Hermes ski onesie is sorely exposed in the Four Seasons bar.

Not a big fan of this cold, white stuff, but the hot chocolate, that I can do.

There are pow days, and then there are POW days.

It's game time boys. If you survive the Hobacks, there's beer and chili at the other end. Or a ski patrol evac. Choose wisely.

Caldera House. If you don't have a standing landing slot for the Gulfstream then you don't have a standing reservation here either. Luckily they take walk ins.

Nothing like the JHole to knock you into shape.

Back in my day son it was a quarter a driveway. 


Earning that lift pass the hard way.


I believe we're into snowshoe territory.

A pow wow in the pow. Or have those been canceled?

Looking mighty chirpy for someone who flunked out of ski school


Where never is heard, a discouraging word... no matter how that artwork turns out.

Zoomers, unite!

It's like trying to get out of the Hobacks in one piece: the odds are not in your favor.