We've returned to Wyoming this year and it's starting to feel like home. We love it here. We're on the Hoback River just south of Jackson, WY. After Ron's fishing adventure on Silver Creek we made a beeline for Wyoming and some good fishing. We stopped in Idaho Falls, ID and stayed the night in a city park that RVers can use for free for one night on the way through town. It looked really nice when we pulled in - on the Snake River - easy access on the way through - shopping nearby to get stocked up again, etc. Sandy and Dave had stopped there on their way to join us in OR. I figured if it was okay for Sandy it was okay for us. They must have gone to bed early with the a/c running. We had our windows open and it was an eventful night. About 10 p.m. the cars started pulling in and out of the park. They'd travel through and cirle around a few times and then make a quick stop with lights off and then head off again. Do ya' think there were just a few drug deals going down? When we got tired of watching the drug activity we had lover's lane to watch. It was better than the drive-in movie that shined in our windows with Oriental actors and subtitles. Never did see any police cruising through until 8 the next morning when we were ready to pull out. Not much sleep that night! We were ready to get back to the mountains and away from the city.
The drive from the west approaching Hoback Jct. south of Jackson, WY is magnificent. It's our first approach to this area from the west and the drive along the Snake River was a treat. The Hoback River, where we are camped in a national forest site, runs into the Snake River at Hoback Jct. The river is a fisherman's dream as we're finding out. It's full of native Snake River Cutthroat Trout. The waters are not stocked. Ron is having a great time learning new things from all the fly fishermen here and catching fish. Next to us is a guide who lives in FL but comes to Jackson to guide for Four Seasons two months out of the year. Our first night here at dusk a big bull moose came sauntering through camp almost leveling our satellite antenna and almost stepping on the guide's tent. He was inside asleep. That would have been one mean headache in the morning! This is the kind of wildlife we like. Forget that city wildlife!
Late yesterday afternoon a thunderstorm rolled through starting a fire with a lightening strike on the mountain on the other side of the river. We watched as the fire crews arrived quickly to get control. As always the fire made for a beautiful sunset. Bad news, good news - it started raining again in the middle of the night and the fire appears to be out. It's afternoon now - the rain has stopped - the sky is clear - Ron's on the river. Life is good!
JET here: LuAnn saw the moose heading our way that evening. "Oh my God, it's a moose! Look, look a moose!" AND it was a moose. The next morning we hear the same thing but this time it was "Look, look, I see the moose's butt". Jane grabbed the camera and got back there in time to see a lady in brown pants stand up! Good call LuAnn! She really thought she saw a moose butt! I'll never wear my brown slacks when she's around! Ole moose butt!
3 comments:
From a distance (as long as you can't see its face), that ol' moose doesn't look a lot different from the wildebeests and cape buffalo we saw recently in Africa!
I think that might have been a bit more exciting! Butt.....did you see any people that looked like those wildebeests and cape buffalo?
Sounds like you have the right idea! Looks much cooler up your way Jane. My idea of fishing, is some bate on a hook with the pole over the side of a boat and me reading a good book in peace!
As for photo taking. Next time Gordon says I'm taking too many photos, I'll refer him to Lynn and Jim!!
We need to have a photo sharing party when everyone gets back to reality!!
Jo Ann
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