From sea to shinging sea. The beaches, mountains, and cities are beautiful, but for me it is the little quirks of life in each town that make traveling through this country are great. From little resturants to roadside attractions, to county fairs, I love it all. Tourist traps too - the cheesier the better.
My family tells me I'm an hipster for calling these things "Americana", so we'll just call them little details of life.
I've mentioned it before, but it's crazy how we get so caught up in our little piece of the world that we forget that it is not all there is. Everyone has their own little section of the planet they call home, and it's really cool to get a glimpse of some of it.
Jackson Hole is a town of seasonal visitors with a laid back, intentionally Western-themed feel (there's a nighty shoot out in the town square). We had dinner at a few different places - from a Thai resturant, to a local brewery, to a chicken kebob and buffalo salami meal we cooked ourselves.
The most memorable experience was a saloon we stopped in for an after dinner drink (or so we thought). Dad thought it looked cool and there was swinging saloon doors, which sold the rest of us on the idea. After busting through the entrance, we found out that this wasn't just any saloon, it was a non-alcoholic family saloon. Instead of a mixed drink, we ordered root beer and sasparilla floats. Not what we expected, but definitely not a disappointment.
Next up was an event I had been begging the family to go to weeks before we ever set foot on our plane to Montana - the Teton County Fair and rodeo. For lack of a better word, it was awesome. After some corn dogs and an extra large coke, we settled down to watch a night of barrel racing, cow lassoing, and of course bull riding. There were kids of all ages competing - even three and four year olds riding bucking sheep!
We couldn't leave Wyoming without one extra-touristy night, so we reserved a table at a chuck wagon dinner our last night in town. It was beyond cheesy, but I eat this stuff up and enjoyed every second of it. We rode covered wagons pulled by draft hourses into the woods towards dinner. That is until we were...attacked by Indians! Don't worry guys, we made it to dinner safely. We spent the next of the night eating a good BBQ meal and watching a musical show full of western songs.
Cass and I were pulled up to sing a few lines of "She'll Be Coming Round the Mountain", but thats a different story
Then it was up bright and early to catch a flight home - until next time Wyoming.
;)
My family tells me I'm an hipster for calling these things "Americana", so we'll just call them little details of life.
I've mentioned it before, but it's crazy how we get so caught up in our little piece of the world that we forget that it is not all there is. Everyone has their own little section of the planet they call home, and it's really cool to get a glimpse of some of it.
Jackson Hole is a town of seasonal visitors with a laid back, intentionally Western-themed feel (there's a nighty shoot out in the town square). We had dinner at a few different places - from a Thai resturant, to a local brewery, to a chicken kebob and buffalo salami meal we cooked ourselves.
The most memorable experience was a saloon we stopped in for an after dinner drink (or so we thought). Dad thought it looked cool and there was swinging saloon doors, which sold the rest of us on the idea. After busting through the entrance, we found out that this wasn't just any saloon, it was a non-alcoholic family saloon. Instead of a mixed drink, we ordered root beer and sasparilla floats. Not what we expected, but definitely not a disappointment.
Next up was an event I had been begging the family to go to weeks before we ever set foot on our plane to Montana - the Teton County Fair and rodeo. For lack of a better word, it was awesome. After some corn dogs and an extra large coke, we settled down to watch a night of barrel racing, cow lassoing, and of course bull riding. There were kids of all ages competing - even three and four year olds riding bucking sheep!
We couldn't leave Wyoming without one extra-touristy night, so we reserved a table at a chuck wagon dinner our last night in town. It was beyond cheesy, but I eat this stuff up and enjoyed every second of it. We rode covered wagons pulled by draft hourses into the woods towards dinner. That is until we were...attacked by Indians! Don't worry guys, we made it to dinner safely. We spent the next of the night eating a good BBQ meal and watching a musical show full of western songs.
Cass and I were pulled up to sing a few lines of "She'll Be Coming Round the Mountain", but thats a different story
Then it was up bright and early to catch a flight home - until next time Wyoming.
;)
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