Rode into Jackson late afternoon. So glad to see this tiny town appear around the bend.
The bar hall was huge, my eyes adjusted to the expansive inside, a menagerie of animal heads and horns on all the walls, a huge bison, with several cowboys quietly talking at the bar. We arranged our cabin, then came back for a beer and dinner. Rich had a small aged steak, the best he's had.
I was talking with the bartender about the mosquitoes and the the cowboys started giggling, they could not contain their chuckles. We chatted about the cold nights most every day- 30's and 40's even when it heats up in the summer.
The hot springs here have a history all the way back to Lewis and Clark, when Sacajewea showed them. The water was a relaxing 102.
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