After a leisurely morning in Jackson, we decided that our road bikes had collected too many dead bugs, a sure sign of too many days atop the wagon. Using twigs, we peeled the dead bees out of our gears and headed up Teton Pass. The road from Jackson to the top of the pass climbs 2000 feet in 4 miles which was a lot harder to ride then it looked! We road up with my brother and his girlfriend who then took the single track down while we opted for the road.


As we were heading back to Jackson, we passed about 20 cars parked alongside the road. Wildlife! I jumped out of the car to ask the guy with the largest telephoto lens what the hell he was looking at. In a strong foreign accent, and with broken English, he responded that his tour book said that you can see bears from this exact spot on the road.
"Wow," I commented, "So where are they?"

"I don't see one. But the book say that they climb up zee tree," he eagerly responded.
"Are you watching one right now?" I asked.
"No. The-or-eti-cally they are here. The books says it. That's why all the people are here," he explained.
"Have you seen a bear tonight?" I responded.
"No. I'm being patient. I think they are too."

But the real gawking came when passing the Jackson airport: AIRFORCE 2. Yes, with the war in Iraq and the increasing violence between Israel and Lebanon, our very own Dick Cheney is home in Jackson. I mean, it is the best fishing of the season, after all.

1 comment:
Tee hee. You know the bears have to be up on a hill somewhere behind all the tourists laughing...
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