Jackson

We finally left our picture-perfect free campsite in Montana, and drove a few minutes to Idaho. We made a quick stop to send an email. While Bode and I were in a coffee/embroidery/florist store Jason stayed at the bus to look at the map. He was approached by a guy who said he had 3 buses he’d like to sell to Jason. While interested, we aren’t really in the market for 3 additional vehicles. Jason offered that he might be able to connect him to some people that might be able to help him out. But, no. That was why he had moved to Idaho, so that he didn’t have to use the Internet or be connected with people.

We drove through miles and miles of farming communities, and the World Seed-Potato Capital. And then, slowly, slowly over the pass back into Wyoming. Yep, three states in one day. That’s got to be some kind of record for Red Beard.

Our destination was Jackson, a town we missed last time we drove through Wyoming, and one we’d always want to check out. We were underwhelmed at first, but after a stop at a local playground we grew to appreciate the town. Jason’s favorite part was the impeccably clean and beautifully designed public restrooms. Bode liked the well-built playground complete with cool kids.

As it does about every 6 months, the window regulator broke again. Jason insists I must be doing something wrong, since it usually happens on my side. I am pretty strong.

We left town to find another free campsite on the way to the Tetons. It was another free Forest Service campsite, but we spent most of our evening burning the soggy trash left behind by the previous campers. It was another cold and rainy night.