Wow, is all I can say.
I know I’m supposed to be writing about writing–and I will be, once the Jackson Hole Writers’ Conference gets underway. The kinds of things I’m planning to post: what do people wear? How formal is the event? How are the classes? And, should I be marketing What You Stand For as adult or New Adult fiction?
But Jackson is so overwhelming.
To catch up a little: we left from Los Alamos on Saturday and drove up to Aspen. I didn’t like the condo in Snowmass. It was expensive and it was hard to unload the car there. Plus there were very few options for feeding kids in Snowmass. Next time I’m bringing breakfast AND dinner food. However, the next day we went out rafting with Aspen Whitewater (Paige and Chris) and had an amazing time! Mom enjoyed it too, but forgot to lean into the boat when we went over the rapids. So, she and I fell out of the boat. I still had a great time and it was so much fun! Also I had some thoughts about the symbolism of learning to paddle in sync. The most interesting part of that is that I went for the most independent paddler in the boat (15 yr old son), because I reasoned he wouldn’t be trying to pace anyone else. Funny to think that it’s not necessarily the leader that people follow!
That night we made it to Pinedale, where we stayed in the very cute Log Cabin Motel. It was scrupulously clean, definitely from another era. We LOVED it. We got up that morning and trekked out to the CCC ponds looking for a mother and baby moose with no luck, but we did see several beavers, birds, and thousands of butterflies. In the afternoon we drove on into Jackson.
I’m overwhelmed by how beautiful it is here. The condo has crappy views but the mountains somehow dominate. After we moved into the condo we went up the free tram to Jackson Hole Mountain Resort, where we sat out on the deck and ate appetizers for dinner. Then back to the condo, Mom and I went to the grocery store, and back to the condo for a good night’s sleep.
Then today Yellowstone. Which I will attempt to write about tomorrow.
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