Tall mountains, gorgeous scenery, snow, wild animals and a ski mountain that has a reputation to be “better than all the rest” Jackson Hole is a place everyone dreams of visiting. Upon pulling into Jackson for my weeklong visit I was both over and underwhelmed with my surroundings. Maybe I am becoming a jaded mountain town local or maybe it’s this town is not the right mountain town for me, but the scenery is stunning and the people are so nice. I posted a photo of the iconic tram late the Wednesday evening I arrived and within 24 hours I had message from friends that I did not know lived in Jackson were there and so began the planning.
I came to ski and visit old friends from Stowe. My first 3 nights, staying with Christine & Kris I was treated to a BBQ with some of their friends and their house with chickens, a cat and 2 dogs. My dog, Kit, was having a field day. Chickens to bark at and a cat to terrorize from afar, she even earned a few cat scratches on the nose. And then I learned to ski Jackson.
My first turns at Jackson felt like I was back home in the east, frozen, frozen groomers and bumps galore. There had been a dusting of new snow on the upper mountains but it did not do anything to help the skiing surface. While riding the gondola we learned that Corbets was open, Kris was ready to go- he needed at least one last run down before it potentially closed, we were only 4 days away from closing day. We got off the tram and I was mesmerized- everything I could have dreamed of and more except, frozen and less powdery in my dreams. We skied over to Corbets and Christine and I watched Kris drop in. I then slid my skis up to the edge, looked down and said no way. Luckily no one was raving about the run because of conditions and in return Christine and I were the first two down a newly opened bowl and had fresh 4” all the way down, even if it was on top of frozen chunks.
After 2 days enjoying Jackson and everything from fresh snow, frozen bumps to spring skiing it was time to head over Teton pass to Idaho, to stay with Jo & Aaron and ski one day at Grand Targhee! The gee as so many I know refers to the resort is the other side of Jackson, the smaller, more local family feel, with different terrain but from what I saw looking equally as awesome. IT was another overcast and frozen day but for everyone I was with it seemed like a much-needed “vacation” skiing the other side. For me other than having a chance to ski and see another resort was the Wydaho Fries at the bar…. Waffle French fries with nacho toppings on a GIANT plate. Yup, you read correctly- nachos made with waffle fries- died and gone to heaven.
After wrapping up the day at Targhee it was time for the Idaho dinner party and then resting up for Jackson’s closing day. Closing day was chilly in the morning but a fn filled day with everything from frozen groomers to snow squalls and spring bumps by mid afternoon. The afternoon was filled with beverages, tunes and fun with friends. The best part I learned was that you can leave a bar with an open and filled container…. I too my spicy margarita for the road… or the walk to go pick up my skis! It was a great time.
The next morning I began to get all my stuff organized with a dusting overnight I was slow to motivate and leave Victor but before I could leave I had to visit my former coworker at Fitzgerald’s Bicycles for a cup of amazing coffee. And then it was off to Utah.