July 21, 2006

July 21, 2006

I spend the morning catching up on blogs and postings, while Aimee does laundry. Around 11:00 we decide to head into Jackson and walk around. Jackson seems to be an upscale town with lots of high-end art galleries and very expensive real estate based on newspaper advertising. This is in sharp contrast to an exhibit we saw in Jackson Hole saying this area was one of the last to be settled in the lower 48 because of the harsh climate. What a difference a national park makes next door. Our second stop is a Mexican restaurant named The Merry Piglets. Despite the name it has great salsa and good food. I spend the rest of the afternoon softening Aimee up by following her from one store to the next. After her resistance is well lowered with this large dose of retail therapy, she agrees to stay a few more days and we make arrangements to whitewater raft tomorrow and I schedule a fishing guide for Sunday morning. For the blog, we get our picture taken in front of one of the elk antler entrances of the central square. On the way back to camp, we stop for groceries and beer. I am desperate for some real beer. At the last provisioning stop I accidentally picked up a six-pack of Busch NA (non-alcoholic).