We took the tram up to the tippy top of the mountains.
Ok, not the very tippy top because sure, there are taller mountains...the Grand Teton to name one right next to us, but boy we sure felt like we were on the top of the world.
Next it was off to do a little river rafting on the Snake River.
Here are Elle and Claire (in her snazzy little wetsuit we rented) in the bus on the way up to where we embarked on our little journey:
I have to admit there was a little bit of trepidation along with the excitement since our cousins and Dave's parents had just done the same route the day before (the same cousins we happened to run into in Jackson Hole two posts back), and one of them had fallen in on one of the big rapids.
Yowzas. She was totally fine but it sure made for quite an adventure once they got her back on board safe and sound again.
They outfitted us in life-jackets and gave us a few pointers on how to paddle the right way and what to do if our boat capsized or if we fell out (!) and we were off.
...and made us surprised when our guide asked if anyone wanted to hop in during a particularly calm section of the river and Lucy piped right up and hopped off of the front of the boat.
--her knocked-wind-out face when she hit the ice-cold water made Dave jump in right after her (making the same gasp when he hit the water).
Grace got a new little waterproof phone case for her birthday which was perfect for the ride.
Claire did a little videography for us...
Although uneventful as far as falling-out-of-the-raft went, it was a great day on the river.
We headed in to the square to watch the stagecoach show that I had built up to be pretty awesome (from my recollection from when I was young).
They only lasted about three minutes though before they were ready to head out for dinner.
And a sunset walk, which was better anyway.
Dave started out recounting our dating story from when we took a trip to Jackson Hole with my family right before we got engaged.
He told about how we went snowmobiling (once he finally got there) and our crazy jump we took (that killed my back) and how we built a snow igloo that night.
And then he told about how somehow my Dad got him alone in the car again on the way home and got lost again too (he wanted to do some serious interviewing I guess!).
The next day we took the "Kelly Loop" to try to see some wildlife.
Only some cute girls.
...who got out to take a break...
...on the completely abandoned road (abandoned by cars and wildlife).
We stopped at a little coffee shop to ask if we were in the right place and they told us we were "in exactly the right place at exactly the wrong time of day."
I guess we were supposed to go early in the morning.
Oh well...String lake was beckoning us with it's beauty so we headed there for one last stop.
Dave reminded me the answer is one word: "winter."
Oh man I do love the desert, but as we drove back into town last night to 111 degree temps I thought to myself I wouldn't mind a little bit of that "winter" now and then! (I kid kind of, because even though I wonder why people don't melt here, I'd rather be hot than cold any day.)
And once again, I digress.
I loved Jackson Hole with a newfound love this time around sharing it with that boy who took me on the back of his snowmobile that day all those years ago (and endured some long car rides with my Dad) as well as with our little brood we've created since then.
So grateful for that time to soak them up.