and then there was Jackson Hole...

In order to effectively celebrate Caitlin's birthday weekend, we decided to drive the 33 miles from Driggs to Jackson to spend the day doing some of the most intense resort skiing imaginable.  To ensure that my point is understood, it is not just the terrain and snow that is intense at Jackson, but the sheer development and "resort-ee-ness" is a spectacle to behold.

The day goes something like this:
1. Park your car in one of the many, massive Jackson Hole parking lots
2. Put on your boots, because you will not find traditional lodge space in which to do so once you leave the refuge of your car.
3. Since none of the shops, salons or restaurants that Jackson Hole Resort has to offer will provide you with a place to store anything, look at the backpack full of food that you brought with you from Idaho and resign yourself to the fact that skiing with a backpack is annoying and that by the time lunch arrives anyway, it is usually difficult to enjoy what were once the separate components of a satisfying midday meal as smashed together dagwood sandwich.
4. Check to make sure you have cash, card or better yet, both.
5. Board a shuttle and moments later arrive at the tram loading station...

6. Ride the Tram with 99 other eager and riders to 10,400" and enjoy!

7. Ski until you can't stand...only to realize you still have another 2000 vertical feet to ski...

And that was how our day in Jackson went.  It started off with heavy snow in the morning and gave way to a beautiful blue bird powder day.  And although we have become comfortably accustomed to the private, peaceful feel of Grand Targhee, it was an extremely enjoyably day of resort skiing, that we were even able to cap off with an order of Truffle Fries.  Fantastic!

until next time...